The Best Poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
()
About this ebook
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was an English poet and philosopher who, with fellow poet William Wordsworth, founded the Romantic Movement in England. In addition to penning the celebrated poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, Coleridge was an influential scholar, whose work on William Shakespeare reintroduced the playwright’s work to contemporary writers. He is also credited with helping introduce German idealist philosophy to English-speakers. Coleridge’s poetical work would later influence Ralph Waldo Emerson and the American transcendentalist movement.
Read more from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Lyrical Ballads: 1800 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Rime of the Ancient Mariner: Illustrated Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Harvard Classics: All 71 Volumes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsChristmas Carols & Poems Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Poetical Works Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Kubla Khan, Christabel, and the Conversation Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Illustrated Edition) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Vol I and II Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Notes on Shakespeare - Lectures by Coleridge Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Greatest Christmas Carols & Poems: 150+ Holiday Songs, Poetry & Rhymes Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems (with an Introduction by Julian B. Abernethy) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Ultimate Christmas Collection: 150+ authors & 400+ Christmas Novels, Stories, Poems, Carols & Legends Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPoems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth: Including Their Thoughts On Poetry Principles and Secrets Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsConfessions of an Inquiring Spirit (Barnes & Noble Digital Library) Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsAids to Reflection and the Confessions of an Inquiring Spirit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBiographia Literaria (Complete Edition) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related to The Best Poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Related ebooks
Endymion A Poetic Romance Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsSonnets from the Portuguese Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Men and Women Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsOdour Of Chrysanthemums: Short Story Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Faerie Queene — Volume 01 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsJane Austen The Dover Reader Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Grand Harmony Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsBarnaby Rudge Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Edmund Spenser: The Best Works Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsStories of Red Hanrahan Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Woman Who Rode Away And Other Stories Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Aids to Reflection and the Confessions of an Inquiring Spirit Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings242 Mirror Poems and Reflections Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsPoems for Stillness Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Poetry of Thomas Hardy: A Handbook and Commentary Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFaust Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsA History of English Versification Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsLucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906 Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Symbolist Movement in Literature Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsUnmaking Grace Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsWindsor Forest Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsThe Law and the Lady Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsMirror and Veil: The Historical Dimension of Spenser's Faerie Queene Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratings7 best short stories - Balkans Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsFirst Person Sorrowful Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5
Poetry For You
Bedtime Stories for Grown-ups Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Way Forward Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Things We Don't Talk About Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Inward Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Poems That Make Grown Men Cry: 100 Men on the Words That Move Them Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beyond Thoughts: An Exploration Of Who We Are Beyond Our Minds Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Love Her Wild: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Tao Te Ching: A New English Version Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of John Keats (with an Introduction by Robert Bridges) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey Rating: 0 out of 5 stars0 ratingsYou Better Be Lightning Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Daily Stoic: A Daily Journal On Meditation, Stoicism, Wisdom and Philosophy to Improve Your Life Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dream Work Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Prophet Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Road Not Taken and other Selected Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Odyssey: (The Stephen Mitchell Translation) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Leaves of Grass: 1855 Edition Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Beowulf Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Collection of Poems by Robert Frost Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (ReadOn Classics) Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Complete Works Of Oscar Wilde Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Twenty love poems and a song of despair Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Iliad: The Fitzgerald Translation Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dante's Inferno: The Divine Comedy, Book One Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Enough Rope: Poems Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno, Purgatory, and Paradise Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The Divine Comedy: Inferno Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5
Related categories
Reviews for The Best Poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
0 ratings0 reviews
Book preview
The Best Poetry of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
THE BEST POETRY OF
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
A Digireads.com Book
Digireads.com Publishing
Print ISBN 13: 978-1-4209-3130-3
Ebook ISBN 13: 978-1-4209-3620-9
This edition copyright © 2011
Please visit www.digireads.com
CONTENTS
TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' [sonnet; 1794?]
THE EOLIAN HARP [1795]
REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT [1795]
SONNET: TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN THE NURSE FIRST PRESENTED MY INFANT TO ME [1796]
THE RAVEN [1797]
TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE [1797]
THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON [1797]
THE FOSTER-MOTHER'S TALE [1797]
THE DUNGEON [1797]
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER [1797-98, revised later; marginal glosses added 1815-16]
SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS [1797]
CHRISTABEL [PART 1, 1797; PART II, 1800; 'THE CONCLUSION TO PART II,' 1801]
FIRE, FAMINE, AND SLAUGHTER [1798]
FROST AT MIDNIGHT [1798]
FRANCE: AN ODE [1798]
THE OLD MAN OF THE ALPS [1798]
LEWTI; OR, THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE-CHAUNT [1798]
FEARS IN SOLITUDE [1798]
THE NIGHTINGALE [1798]
THE THREE GRAVES [1798]
THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIÉ [1798]
KUBLA KHAN [1798]
THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE [1799]
SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL [1799]
LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN THE HARTZ FOREST [1799]
LOVE [1799]
DEJECTION: AN ODE [1802]
THE PAINS OF SLEEP [1803]
TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH [1807]
TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY [1812]
SONGS: FROM ZAPOLYA [1815]
LIMBO [1817]
THE KNIGHT'S TOMB [1817?]
ON DONNE'S POETRY [1818?]
YOUTH AND AGE [1823, WITH ADDITIONS IN 1832]
WORK WITHOUT HOPE [1825]
THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL [1825-26?]
CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT [1826?]
COLOGNE [1828]
ALICE DU CLOS OR, THE FORKED TONGUE [1828?]
LOVE'S APPARITION AND EVANISHMENT [1833]
TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' [sonnet; 1794?]
Schiller! That hour I would have wish'd to die.
If thro' the shuddering midnight I had sent
From the dark dungeon of the Tower time-rent
That fearful voice, a famish'd Father's cry—
Lest in some after moment aught more mean
Might stamp me mortal! A triumphant shout
Black Horror scream'd, and all her goblin rout
Diminish'd shrunk from the more withering scene!
Ah! Bard tremendous in sublimity!
Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood
Wandering at eve with finely-frenzied eye
Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood!
Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood:
Then weep aloud in a wild ecstacy!
THE EOLIAN HARP [1795]
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o'ergrown
With white-flower'd Jasmin, and the broad-leav'd Myrtle,
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!)
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light,
Slow saddenning round, and mark the star of eve
Serenely brilliant (such should Wisdom be)
Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents
Snatch'd from yon bean-field! and the world so hush'd!
The stilly murmur of the distant Sea
Tells us of silence.
And that simplest Lute,
Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark!
How by the desultory breeze caress'd,
Like some coy maid half-yielding to her lover,
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs
Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating witchery of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam'd wing!
O! the one Life within us and abroad,
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,
Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where—
Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in a world so fill'd;
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air
Is Music slumbering on her instrument.
And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon,
Whilst thro' my half-clos'd eye-lids I behold
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main,
And tranquil muse upon tranquility;
Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd,
And many idle flitting phantasies,
Traverse my indolent and passive brain,
As wild and various, as the random gales
That swell and flutter on this subject Lute!
And what if all of animated nature
Be but organic Harps diversly fram'd,
That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze,
At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
But thy more serious eye a mild reproof
Darts, O belovéd Woman! nor such thoughts
Dim and unhallow'd dost thou not reject,
And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
Meek Daughter in the Family of Christ!
Well hast thou said and holily disprais'd
These shapings of the unregenerate mind;
Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break
On vain Philosophy's aye-babbling spring.
For never guiltless may I speak of him,
The Incomprehensible! save when with awe
I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels;
Who with his saving mercies healéd me,
A sinful and most miserable man,
Wilder'd and dark, and gave me to possess
Peace, and this Cot, and thee, heart-honour'd Maid!
REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT [1795]
Sermoni propriora.—HORACE
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air
Our Myrtles blossom'd; and across the porch
Thick Jasmins twined: the little landscape round
Was green and woody, and refresh'd the eye.
It was a spot which you might aptly call
The Valley of Seclusion! Once I saw
(Hallowing his Sabbath-day by quiteness)
A wealthy son of Commerce saunter by,
Bristowa's citizen: methought, it calm'd
His thirst of idle gold, and made him muse
With wiser feelings: for he paus'd, and look'd
With a pleas'd sadness, and gaz'd all around,
Then eyed our Cottage, and gaz'd round again,
And sigh'd, and said, it was a Blesséd Place.
And we were bless'd. Oft with patient ear
Long-listening to the viewless sky-lark's note
(Viewless, or haply for a moment seen
Gleaming on sunny wings) in whisper'd tones
I said to my Belovéd, 'Such, sweet Girl!
The inobtrusive song of Happiness,
Unearthly minstrelsy! then only heard
When the Soul seeks to hear; when all is hush'd,
And the Heart listens!'
But the time, when first
From that low Dell, steep up the stony Mount
I climb'd with perilous toil and reach'd the top,
Oh! what a goodly scene! Here the bleak mount,
The bare bleak mountain speckled thin with sheep;
Grey clouds, that shadowing spot the sunny fields;
And river, now with bushy rocks o'er-brow'd,
Now winding bright and full, with naked banks;
And seats, and lawns, the Abbey and the wood,
And cots, and hamlets, and faint city-spire;
The Channel there, the Islands and white sails,
Dim coasts, and cloud-like hills, and shoreless Ocean—
It seem'd like Omnipresence! God, methought,
Had build him there a Temple: the whole World
Seem'd imag'd in its vast circumference:
No wish profan'd my overwhelméd heart.
Blest hour! It was a luxury,—to be!
Ah! quiet Dell! dear Cot, and Mount sublime!
I was constrain'd to quit you. Was it right,
While my unnumber'd brethren toil'd and bled,
That I should dream away the entrusted hours
On rose-leaf beds, pampering the coward heart
With feelings all too delicate for use?
Sweet is the tear that from some Howard's eye
Drops on the cheek of one he lifts from earth:
And he that works me good with unmov'd face,
Does it but half: he chills me while he aids,
My benefactor, not my brother man!
Yet even this, this cold beneficience
Praise, praise it, O my Soul! oft as thou scann'st
The sluggard Pity's vision-weaving tribe!
Who sigh for Wretchedness, yet shun the Wretched,
Nursing in some delicious solitude
Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies!
I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand,
Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight
Of Science, Freedom, and the Truth in Christ.
Yet oft when after honourable toil
Rests the tir'd mind, and waking loves to dream,
My spirit shall revisit thee, dear Cot!
Thy Jasmin and thy window-peeping Rose,
And Myrtles fearless of the mild sea-air.
And I shall sigh fond wishes—sweet Abode!
Ah!—had none greater! And that all had such!
It might be so—but the time is not yet.
Speed it, O Father! Let thy Kingdom come!
SONNET: TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN THE NURSE FIRST PRESENTED MY INFANT TO ME [1796]
Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
I scann'd that face of feeble infancy:
For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst
All I had been, and all my child might be!
But when I saw it on its mother's arm,
And hanging at her bosom (she the while
Bent o'er its features with a tearful smile)
Then I was thrill'd and melted, and most warm
Impress'd a father's kiss: and all beguil'd
Of dark remembrance and presageful fear,
I seem'd to see an angel-form appear—
'Twas even thine, belovéd woman mild!
So for the mother's sake the child was dear,
And dearer was the mother for the child.
THE RAVEN [1797]
A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS
Underneath an old oak tree
There was of swine a huge company
That grunted as they crunched the mast:
For that