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Poems

By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Coleridge, Mary E. (1861-1907)

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II.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VI“THERE WAS NO PLACE FOUND”

VII.

VIIMORNING DREAMS

VIII.

IX.

IXTHE OTHER SIDE OF A MIRROR

X.

XI.

XII.

XII“EVERY MAN FOR HIS OWN HAND”

XIII.

XIIIIN THE BRERA

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

XVIAN ANNIVERSARY

XVII.

XVII“OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY”

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXMASTER AND GUEST

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIII“HE CAME UNTO HIS OWN, AND HIS OWN RECEIVED HIM NOT”

XXIV.

XXIVONE AND ALL

XXV.

XXVMORTAL COMBAT

XXVI.

XXVIST. ANDREW'S

XXVII.

XXVIIWINGED WORDS

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXX.

XXXI.

XXXIBLUE AND WHITE

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIII“HE KNOWETH NOT THAT THE DEAD ARE THINE”

XXXIV.

XXXIVTHE DEVIL'S FUNERAL

XXXV.

XXXVARMIDA'S GARDEN

XXXVI.

XXXVICONFIDENCE

XXXVII.

XXXVIII.

XXXVIIIMANDRAGORA

XXXIX.

XXXIX“THE MERCIFUL KNIGHT”

XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIION THE HEARTHRUG

XLIII.

XLIIIAT DEAD OF NIGHT

XLIV.

XLV.

XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLVIIISELF-QUESTION

XLIX.

XLIXA DAY-DREAM

L.

LI.

LISUN AND STORM

LII.

LIIL'OISEAU BLEU

LIII.

LIV.

LV.

LVI.

LVII.

LVIII.

LIX.

LIXFAIR AS A DREAM!

LX.

LXI.

LXII.

LXIION A BAS-RELIEF OF PELOPS AND HIPPODAMEIA

LXIII.

LXIIIIN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON

LXIV.

LXIVTHE WITCHES' WOOD

LXV.

LXVI.

LXVII.

LXVIITHE LADY OF TREES

LXVIII.

LXVIIIFEBRUARY, 1900

LXIX.

LXX.

LXXWHEN MARY THRO' THE GARDEN WENT

LXXI.

LXXII.

LXXIIWHITHER AWAY?

LXXIII.

LXXIV.

LXXIVTHE KING'S GUARD

LXXV.

LXXVRENAISSANCE GENTLEMEN

LXXVI.

LXXVITHE WHITE WOMEN

LXXVII.

LXXVIILINES TO A TREE

LXXVIII.

LXXIX.

LXXX.

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LXXXI.

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LXXXII.

LXXXIII.

LXXXIIIBAMBOROUGH

LXXXIV.

LXXXV.

LXXXVI.

LXXXVITHISTLEDOWN

LXXXVII.

LXXXVIII.

LXXXVIIISUN AND WIND

LXXXIX.

LXXXIXAFFECTION

XC.

XCI.

XCII.

XCIII.

XCIIIAT A FRIENDS' MEETING

XCIV.

XCV.

XCVI.

XCVII.

XCVIII.

XCVIIIA WITNESS

XCIX.

C.

CI.

CIFLOWERS OF THE FIELD

CII.

CIICOMPANIONSHIP

CIII.

CIIION THE ARRIVAL OF A VISITOR

CIV.

CV.

CVSTREET LANTERNS

CVI.

CVIWHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG

CVII.

CVII“DEEP CALLETH UNTO DEEP”

CVIII.

CVIIIIMAGINATION

CIX.

CX.

CXI.

CXII.

CXIIFRIENDS—WITH A DIFFERENCE

CXIII.

CXIV.

CXV.

CXVI.

CXVII.

CXVIII.

CXIX.

CXIXONE DAY IN EVERY YEAR

CXX.

CXXA DEDICATION

CXXI.

CXXII.

CXXIIAN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR

CXXIII.

CXXIII“REMEMBER NOT OUR INIQUITIES”

CXXIV.

CXXV.

CXXVI.

CXXVII.

CXXVIII.

CXXIX.

CXXIXTO A BULLYING WIND THAT ROSE AT SUNSET

CXXX.

CXXXNO NEWSPAPERS

CXXXI.

CXXXII.

CXXXIII.

CXXXIV.

CXXXV.

CXXXVI.

CXXXVII.

CXXXVIII.

CXXXIX.

CXXXIXTWO HEAVENS

CXL.

CXLDEATH AND THE LADY

CXLI.

CXLITHE CONTENTS OF AN INK-BOTTLE

CXLII.

CXLIICHILLINGHAM

CXLIII.

CXLIIIGUY'S CLIFFE AT NIGHT

CXLIV.

CXLIVNEW YEAR'S EVE

CXLV.

CXLVON A SOLDIER WHO DIED OF ILLNESS

CXLVI.

CXLVILILIES AND DOVES

CXLVII.

CXLVIION SUCH A DAY

CLXVIII.

CLXVIII EVENING

CXLIX.

CL.

CLI.

CLII.

CLIII.

CLIV.

CLIVTO C. E. G. ON HER BIRTHDAY

CLV.

CLVTHE SINGING OF THE CHILDREN FOR THEO

CLVI.

CLVII.

CLVIIIN LONDON TOWN

CLVIII.

CLIX.

CLX.

CLXI.

CLXITHREE ASPECTS

CLXII.

CLXIII.

CLXIIITHE HAVEN

CLXIV.

CLXIV“CUT IT DOWN”

CLXV.

CLXVI.

CLXVIHAIL AND FAREWELL

CLXVII.

CLXVIIBROKEN FRIENDSHIP

CLXVIII.

CLXVIII“IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH WHAT DREAMS MAY COME?”

CLXIX.

CLXIXTHE MAIDEN

CLXX.

CLXXJANUARY THE FIRST

CLXXI.

CLXXII.

CLXXIII.

CLXXIIIYOUTH'S DYING

CLXXIV.

CLXXIVTHREE HELPERS IN BATTLE

CLXXV.

CLXXVI.

CLXXVIJOY IN JOY

CLXXVII.

CLXXVIII.

CLXXIX.

CLXXIXINGRATO COR

CLXXX.

CLXXXAFTER ST. AUGUSTINE

CLXXXI.

CLXXXI“AT EVENING TIME IT SHALL BE LIGHT”

CLXXXII.

CLXXXIII.

CLXXXIV.

CLXXXIVTHE KING

CLXXXV.

CLXXXVTHE SECOND TIME

CLXXXVI.

CLXXXVII.

CLXXXVIII.

CLXXXVIIIA MOTHER TO A BABY

CLXXXIX.

CLXXXIXON A SUDDEN DEPARTURE

CXC.

CXCI.

CXCITAR UBLIA CHI BIEN EIMA

CXCII.

CXCIII.

CXCIIICONTRADICTIONS

CXCIV.

CXCV.

CXCVA CHILD'S DAY

CXCVI.

CXCVIWIND AND SEA

CXCVII.

CXCVIII.

CXCIX.

CXCIX“MY TRUE LOVE HATH MY HEART AND I HAVE HIS”

CC.

CCTHE DESERTED HOUSE

CCI.

CCII.

CCIII.

CCIV.

CCIVCHRIST'S FRIENDS

CCV.

CCVI.

CCVIA CLEVER WOMAN

CCVII.

CCVIIFRIENDS AND FOES

CCVIII.

CCVIIIPOET AND SCULPTOR

CCIX.

CCX.

CCXALCESTIS TO ADMETUS

CCXI.

CCXII.

CCXIIFURNESS ABBEY

CCXIII.

CCXIV.

CCXV.

CCXVFROM MY WINDOW

CCXVI.

CCXVIAFTER READING CERTAIN BOOKS

CCXVII.

CCXVIITHE FINDING OF LORD STRATHMORE

CCXVIII.

CCXVIIIIMPROMPTU

CCXIX.

CCXIXIN A VOLUME OF AUSTIN DOBSON

CCXX.

CCXXI.

CCXXIAT THE MADELEINE

CCXXII.

CCXXIII.

CCXXIV.

CCXXV.

CCXXVLIFE AND JOY

CCXXVI.

CCXXVII.

CCXXVIII.

CCXXIX.

CCXXX.

CCXXXI.

CCXXXII.

CCXXXIINEL MEZZO DEL CAMMIN

CCXXXIII.

CCXXXIIISADNESS

CCXXXIV.

CCXXXIVNONSENSE

CCXXXV.

CCXXXVI.

CCXXXVII.

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I have wept for those who on this turning earth
Had lived more years than I—who were to me
The aim and goal of my felicity,
The dear reward of effort, crown of worth.
And I have wept for babes who died at birth,
Most deeply moved that I should never see
The flower and fruit of all the days to be,
A younger youth than mine, a merrier mirth.

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But never ere this day I felt the sting
Of terror lest my burning tears should fall
For one who felt when first I felt the spring,
Heard from the wood the self-same cuckoo call,
Heard the same robin in the autumn sing,
Was one with me in life—in love—in all.