Poems of Coleridge

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0. START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS OF

COLERIDGE ***
Jonathan Ingram, Jerry Fairbanks
and the Online Distributed
Proofreading Team
POEMS OF COLERIDGE
SELECTED AND ARRANGED
WITH AN INTRODUCTION
AND NOTES
BY
ARTHUR SYMONS
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
CHRISTABEL
KUBLA KHAN
LEWTI
THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE
LOVE
THE THREE GRAVES
DEJECTION: AN ODE
ODE TO TRANQUILLITY
FRANCE: AN ODE
FEARS IN SOLITUDE
THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON

TO A GENTLEMAN (W. WORDSWORTH)
HYMN BEFORE SUN-RISE
FROST AT MIDNIGHT
THE NIGHTINGALE
THE EOLIAN HARP
THE PICTURE
THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO
THE TWO FOUNTS
A DAY-DREAM
SONNET
LINES TO W. LINLEY, ESQ.
DOMESTIC PEACE
SONG FROM ZAPOLYA
HUNTING SONG FROM ZAPOLYA
WESTPHALIAN SONG
YOUTH AND AGE
WORK WITHOUT HOPE
TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY
LOVE'S APPARITION
LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE

DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE
LOVE'S FIRST HOPE
PHANTOM
TO NATURE
FANCY IN NUBIBUS
CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT
PHANTOM OR FACT?
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF
BERENGARIUS
FORBEARANCE
SANCTI DOMINICI PALLIUM
ON DONNE'S POETRY
ON A BAD SINGER
NE PLUS ULTRA
HUMAN LIFE
THE BUTTERFLY
THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL
THE VISIONARY HOPE
THE PAINS OF SLEEP
LOVE'S BURIAL-PLACE
LOVE, A SWORD

THE KISS
NOT AT HOME
NAMES (FROM LESSING)
To LESBIA (FROM CATULLUS)
THE DEATH OF THE STARLING (FROM CATULLUS)
ON A CATARACT (FROM STOLBERG)
HYMN TO THE EARTH (FROM STOLBERG)
THE VISIT OF THE GODS (FROM SCHILLER)
TRANSLATION (FROM OTTFRIED)
THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN
EPITAPHS ON AN INFANT
AN ODE TO THE RAIN
ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION
SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL
LINES ON A CHILD
THE KNIGHT'S TOMB
FIRE, FAMINE, AND SLAUGHTER
THE TWO ROUND SPACES ON THE TOMBSTONE
THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS
COLOGNE

SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF
CONTEMPORARY WRITERS
LIMBO
METRICAL FEET
THE HOMERIC HEXAMETER (FROM SCHILLER)
THE OVIDIAN ELEGIAC METRE (FROM SCHILLER)
CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES (FROM MATTHISON)
To ----
EPITAPH ON A BAD MAN
THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT
THE GOOD, GREAT MAN
INSCRIPTION FOR A FOUNTAIN ON A HEATH
INSCRIPTION FOR A TIME-PIECE
A TOMBLESS EPITAPH
EPITAPH
NOTES
INTRODUCTION
In one of Rossetti's invaluable notes on poetry, he tells us that to him
"the leading point about Coleridge's work is its human love." We may
remember Coleridge's own words:
"To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I love, I love indeed."

Yet love, though it is the word which he uses of himself, is not really
what he himself meant when using it, but rather an affectionate
sympathy, in which there seems to have been little element of passion.
Writing to his wife, during that first absence in Germany, whose
solitude tried him so much, he laments that there is "no one to love."
"Love is the vital air of my genius," he tells her, and adds: "I am deeply
convinced that if I were to remain a few years among objects for whom
I had no affection, I should wholly lose the powers of intellect."
With this incessant, passionless sensibility, it was not unnatural that his
thirst for friendship was stronger than his need of love; that to him
friendship was hardly distinguishable from love. Throughout all his
letters there is a series of causeless explosions of emotion, which it is
hardly possible to take seriously, but which, far from being insincere, is
really, no doubt, the dribbling overflow of choked-up feelings, a sort of
moral leakage. It might be said of Coleridge, in the phrase which he
used of Nelson, that he was "heart-starved." Tied for life to a woman
with whom he had not one essential sympathy, the whole of his nature
was put out of focus; and perhaps nothing but "the joy