Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Poetry, by popularity

• Tell's Birth-Place. Imitated From Stolberg

  Mark this holy chapel well!
  The birth-place, this, of William Tell.

  40 lines
• Sonnet IX. To Priestley

  Tho' roused by that dark Visir riot rude
  Have driven our Priestly o'er the ocean swell;

  13 lines
• Sonnet XI. To Sheridan

  It was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd
  O'er thy young mind such wildly-various power!

  13 lines
• Sonnet XVI. To Earl Stanhope

  Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name
  I mock thy worth -- Friend of the human race

  13 lines
• To An Unfortunate Woman At The Theatre

  Maiden, that with sullen brow
    Sitt'st behind those virgins gay,

  38 lines
• The Two Founts. Stanzas Addressed To A Lady On Her Recovery, With Unblemished Looks, From A Severe Attack of Pain

  'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be,
  That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure

  58 lines
• Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol

  Nor travels my meand'ring eye
  The starry wilderness on high;

  103 lines
• Sonnet XVII. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth Of A Son

  Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll
  Which makes the present (while the flash dost last)

  15 lines
• Lines Composed In A Concert-Room

  Nor cold nor stern my soul! Yet I detest
    These scented rooms, where to a gaudy throug,

  44 lines
• To A Lady, With Falconer's 'Shipwreck'

  Oh! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams
    In arched groves, the youthful poet's choice;

  33 lines
• On Revisiting The Sea-Shore, After Long Absence, Under Strong Medical Recommendation Not To Bathe

  God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
    How gladly greet I thee once more!

  28 lines
• The Complaint Of Ninathoma

  How long will ye round me be swelling,
  O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?

  15 lines
• Sonnet XV. To Schiller

  Schiller! that hour I would have wished to die,
    If thro' the shudd'ring midnight I had sent

  13 lines
• Sonnet XIX. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me

  Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
  I scanned that face of feeble infancy;

  13 lines
• The Keepsake

  The tedded hay, the first-fruits of the soil,
  The tedded hay and corn-sheaves in one field,

  39 lines
• To A Young Lady. On Her Recovery From A Fever

  Why need I say, Louisa dear!
  How glad I am to see you here,

  22 lines
• Imitated From Ossian

  The stream with languid murmur creeps,
  In Lumin's flowery vale:

  23 lines
• To C. Lloyd, On His Proposing To Domesticate With The Author

  A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep,
  But a green mountain variously up-piled

  73 lines
• Sonnet III.

  Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile,
  Why hast thou left me?  Still in some fond dream

  13 lines
• Sonnet VI.

  Pale Roamer thro' the Night! thou poor forlorn!
  Remorse that man on his death-bed possess,

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• Sonnet VII. To Burke

  As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale,
    With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise,

  13 lines
• Sonnet XII. To Mrs. Siddons

  As when a child on some long winter's night
  Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees

  13 lines
• Sonnet XIII. To La Fayette

  As when far off the warbled strains are heard
  That soar on Morning's wing the vales among,

  13 lines
• Sonnet XVIII. To The Autumnal Moon

  Mild Splendor of the various-vested Night!
  Mother of wildly-working visions! hail!

  13 lines
• Sonnet XX.

  The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath
    For him, the fair betrothed Youth, who les

  13 lines
• Sonnet XXI.

  Pensive, at eve, on the hard world I mused,
  And my poor heart was sad: so at the Moon

  13 lines
• The Night-Scene : A Dramatic Fragment.

  Sandoval.  You loved the daughter of Don Manrique?
  Earl Henry.                  &nb

  93 lines
• The Visionary Hope

  Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling
  He fain would frame a prayer within his breast,

  31 lines
• Lines To W. L. While He Sang A Song To Purcell's Music

  While my young cheek retains its healthful hues,
      And I have many friends who hold me dear;

  13 lines
• The Alienated Mistress; A Madrigal. (From An Unfinished Melodrama)

  Lady.
  If Love be dead (and you aver it!)

  12 lines

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