About The Nightingale (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
From a letter from STC to Wordsworth after writing The Nightingale: In stale blank verse a subject stale I send ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
I have experienc'd The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb With ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Trochee trips from long to short; From long to long in solemn sort Slow Spondee stalks, strong foot!, yet ill ...
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely ...
Resembles Life what once was held of Light, Too ample in itself for human sight ? An absolute Self--an element ...
As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream, Musing in torpid woe a ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
Sir, I admit your general rule, That every poet is a fool, But you yourself may serve to show it, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
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