Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poems

Three lists--chronological and alphabetical and index of first lines as well as a few miscellaneous poems.

• A Mathematical Problem (A humorous student-days poem on geometry), in a letter to his brother George Coleridge, 1791
• The Æolian Harp, 1795
• Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement, 1795
• On a Ruined House in a Romantic Country, 1797 (spoof of his own earlier writing style)
• This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison, 1797
• The Dungeon, 1797
• The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, 1797
• Christabel, 1797
• from France: An Ode, 1798
• Frost at Midnight, 1798
• Kubla Khan, 1798
• Fears in Solitude, 1798
• I don't have Coleridge's Nightingale in, but do have his own ``review'' of it, 1798
• Hexameters, winter of 1798-99
• Love, 1799
• A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion, 1800?
• Apologia pro Vita Sua, 1800
• Dejection: An Ode, 1802
• Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath, 1802
• The Pains of Sleep, 1803
• Phantom, 1805
• What Is Life?, 1805
• The Blossoming of the Solitary Date-Tree, 1805
• To William Wordsworth, 1807
• Recollections of Love, 1807
• The Presence of Love, 1807
• Psyche, 1808
• A Tombless Epitaph, 1809?
• Despair, 1810
• The Suicide's Argument, 1811
• Limbo, 1811?, 1817?
• Time, Real and Imaginary, 1812?
• Songs from STC's play Zapolya, 1815
• Human Life, 1815
• On Donne's Poetry, 1818?
• To Nature, 1820?
• Fragment, The body (undated)
• Youth and Age, 1823-1832
• Work without Hope, 1825
• Song, 1825?
• Duty surviving Self-Love, 1826
• Constancy to an Ideal Object, 1826?
• The Improvisatore, or, `John Anderson, My Jo, John', 1827
• from The Garden of Boccaccio, 1828
• Cologne, 1828
• Reason, 1830
• Desire, 1830
• Epitaph, 1833
• Forebearance, 1834

• The Æolian Harp
• Apologia pro Vita Sua
• The Blossoming of the Solitary Date-Tree
• Christabel
• Cologne
• Constancy to an Ideal Object
• Dejection: An Ode
• Desire
• Despair
• On Donne's Poetry
• The Dungeon
• Duty surviving Self-Love
• The Eolian Harp
• Epitaph
• Fears in Solitude
• Forebearance
• Fragment, The body
• from France: An Ode
• Frost at Midnight
• from The Garden of Boccaccio
• Hexameters
• Human Life
• The Improvisatore, or, `John Anderson, My Jo, John'
• Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath
• Kubla Khan
• Limbo
• This Lime-Tree Bower my Prison
• Love
• A Mathematical Problem (A humorous student-days poem on geometry), in a letter to his brother George Coleridge,
• To Nature
• Coleridge's ``review'' of his Nightingale (He's not always depressed or serious!)
• On a Ruined House in a Romantic Country
• The Pains of Sleep
• Phantom
• The Presence of Love
• Psyche
• Reason
• Recollections of Love
• Reflections on Having Left a Place of Retirement
• The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
• A Soliloquy of the Full Moon, She Being in a Mad Passion
• Song
• Songs from STC's play Zapolya
• The Suicide's Argument
• Time, Real and Imaginary
• A Tombless Epitaph
• To William Wordsworth
• What Is Life?
• Work without Hope
• Youth and Age

• All look and likeness caught from earth
• All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair
• All thoughts, all passions, all delights
• And in Life's noisiest hour
• And this place our forefathers made for man!
• And this reft house is that the which he built
• Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost
• The body
• The butterfly the ancient Grecians made
• Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no
• Ere on my bed my limbs I lay
• Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good!
• The Frost performs its secret ministry
• Gently I took that which ungently came,
• A green and silent spot, amid the hills
• How warm this woodland wild Recess!
• I have experienc'd / The worst
• If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom
• In Köhln, a town of monks and bones
• In stale blank verse a subject stale
• In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
• It is an ancient Mariner
• It may indeed be phantasy, when I
• Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
• My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
• Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
• O Liberty! with profitless endeavour
• Of late, in one of those most weary hours
• On the wide level of a mountain's head
• The poet in his lone yet genial hour
• Resembles life what once was deem'd of light
• The Sensual and the Dark rebel in vain
• Since all, that beat about in Nature's range
• The sole true Something this in Limbo Den
• Stop, Christian passer-by!--Stop, child of God
• A sunny shaft did I behold
• This Sycamore, oft musical with bees
• This is now--this was erst,
• Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath
• 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock
• 'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane!
• Unchanged within, to see all changed without
• Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay!
• Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying
• Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
• Well, they are gone, and here must I remain
• Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee
• Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame
• William, my teacher, my friend! dear William and dear Dorothea!
• With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots
• Yes, yes ! that boon, life's richest treat

• May, 1840, by his son Hartley Coleridge (don't know if it's typical, but it lacks the visual distinctness of STC)

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