Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood (fragment) As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, Christabel PART I Fears In Solitude A green and silent spot, amid the hills, From 'Religious Musings' I Human Life If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Life As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Something Childish, But Very Natural If I had but two little wings Sonnet To the River Otter The Blossing Of The Solitary Date-Tree Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of The Faded Flower Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk, The Improvisatore Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, The Moon, how definite its orb! (fragment) The Moon, how definite its orb! The Suicide's Argument Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no This Lime-Tree Bower, My Prison Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, To A Primrose The first seen in the season To Nature It may indeed be fantasy when I What Is Life? Resembles Life what once was held of Light, When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt (fragment) When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt-- Work Without Hope All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— Youth And Age Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying,