Since all that beat about in Nature's range, …
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I …
Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame; …
Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God, …
Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud …
Though friendships differ endless in degree , …
I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish …
Come, come thou bleak December wind, …
As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood, …
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, …
The Moon, how definite its orb! …
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt— …
Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;— …
The Frost performs its secret ministry, …
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star …
This Sycamore, oft musical with bees,— …
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan …
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, …
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, …
With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots, …
If I had but two little wings …
When they did greet me Father, sudden Awe …
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined …
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? …
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, …
PART I …
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, …
Are there two things, of all which men possess, …
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— …
Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying, …