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Poems by Hartley Coleridge

With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes
Coleridge, Hartley (1796-1849)

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VOL. I
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POEMS.
  
DEDICATORY SONNET, TO S. T. COLERIDGE.
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SONNETS.
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I. TO A FRIEND.
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II. TO THE SAME.
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III. TO THE SAME.
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VIII.
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XIII.
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XIV. On a Picture of the Corpse of Napoleon lying in State.
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XV. TO WORDSWORTH.
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XVI. NOVEMBER.
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XVII On parting with a very pretty, but very little Lady.
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XVIII. NIGHT.
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XIX. THE FIRST BIRTH DAY.
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XXV. FROM COUNTRY TO TOWN.
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XXVI. CONTINUED.
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XXVIII. TO SHAKSPEARE.
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XXX.
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XXXII. FROM PETRARCA.
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XXXIII.
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XXXIV. TO A LOFTY BEAUTY, FROM HER POOR KINSMAN.
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THOUGHTS AND FANCIES.
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VOL. II.

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I Loved thee once, when every thought of mine
Was hope and joy,—and now I love thee still,
In sorrow and despair:—a hopeless will
From its lone purpose never can decline.
I did not choose thee for my Valentine
By the blind omen of a merry season,—
'Twas not thy smile that brib'd my partial reason,
Tho' never maiden's smile was good as thine:—
Nor did I to thy goodness wed my heart,
Dreaming of soft delights and honied kisses,
Although thou wert complete in every part,
A stainless paradise of holy blisses:
I lov'd thee for the lovely soul thou art,—
Thou canst not change so true a love as this is.
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