Samuel Taylor Coleridge Poems

  • 151.  
    Up, up! ye dames and lasses gay!
    To the meadows trip away.'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
  • 152.  
    A sunny shaft did I behold,
    From sky to earth it slanted:And poised therein a bird so bold-
  • 153.  
    I

  • 154.  
    Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying,
    Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee- Both were mine! Life went a-maying
  • 155.  
    All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair-
    The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing-And Winter slumbering in the open air,
  • 156.  
    Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West!
    How many various-fated years have passed,What happy and what mournful hours, since last
  • 157.  
    Notus in fratres animi paterni.
    Hor. Carm. lib.II.2.
  • 158.  
    It may indeed be fantasy when I
    Essay to draw from all created thingsDeep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
  • 159.  
    An Allegory

  • 160.  
    [Addressed to Charles Lamb, of the India House, London]

  • 161.  
    Part I

  • 162.  
    Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
    It hath not been my use to prayWith moving lips or bended knees;
  • 163.  
    A Conversation Poem, April, 1798

  • 164.  
    (Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire)

  • 165.  
    And this place our forefathers made for man!
    This is the process of our love and wisdom,To each poor brother who offends against us-
  • 166.  
    Sermoni propriora.-Hor.

  • 167.  
    With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
    Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
  • 168.  
    All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
    Whatever stirs this mortal frame,Are all but ministers of Love,
  • 169.  
    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
  • 170.  
    The Frost performs its secret ministry,
    Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cryCame loud, -and hark, again! loud as before.
  • 171.  
    I

  • 172.  
    Written in April 1798, during the alarm of an invasion

  • 173.  
    Sir, I admit your general rule,
    That every poet is a fool,But you yourself may serve to show it,
  • 174.  
    Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
    With the old moon in her arms;And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
  • 175.  
    In Kohln, a town of monks and bones,
    And pavements fang'd with murderous stonesAnd rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;
  • 176.  
    PART I

  • 177.  
    Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795

Total 177 poems written by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Dusk In June
 by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,-
Oh let me like the birds
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