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Born in October 21, 1772 / Died in July 25, 1834 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Sonnet XVII. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth O

... Didst scream, then spring to meet Heaven's quick reprieve, ...

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Forbearance

... Thine own keen sense of wrong that thirsts for sin, ...

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To An Unfortunate Woman, Whom The Author Had Known In The Days Of Her Innocence

... Lightly didst thou, foolish thing! ...

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To A Young Lady, With A Poem On The French Revolution

... Fall'n is th' oppressor, friendless, ghastly, low, ...

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To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem

... That my mute thoughts are sad before his throne, ­ ...

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Absence: A Farewell Ode On Quitting School For Jesus College

... When peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health ...

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On A Ruined House In A Romantic Country

... Peeps in fair fragments forth the full-orb'd harvest-moon! ...

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A Christmas Carol

... rends away All safety from the night, all comfort from the day ...

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Duty Surviving Self-Love, The Only Sure Friend Of Declining Life. A Soliloquy

... While, and on whom, thou may'st--shine on! nor heed ...

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Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement

... Was it right, While my unnumber'd brethren toil'd and bled, ...

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

...   'Those briny waves for thee are death!' ...

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Sonnet XXI.

... But, alas! Most of myself I thought: when it befell, ...

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Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue

...   Fam. Thanks, sister, thanks! the men have bled, ...

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The Moon, how definite its orb! (fragment)

...  Distinct by one dim shade and yet undivided from the universal cloud ...

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When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt (fragment)

...  And wheeling round and round in sportive coil ...