Coleridge Poems - Poems about Coleridge

Wailing for her demon lover, Coleridge had it right A masterful poet, his words are ominous, not light. Did he have his own sweet love? Was she a secret too? Gothic ideas of mystery swirl around my brain in blue. Coleridge was a master; his work keeps me on the edge. His imagery on the brink of pushing me just...

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"Memoir for a listener's ear." Quote by Brian Strand Let me share a reminiscence of Coleridge's life with you . . . ...

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S T Coleridge 'TIME REAL & IMAGINARY' | ) | \ | / ...

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Samuel Taylor Colleridge of some poetic intellect sadly his health he could not protect Opium became a daily habit ruining hismarriage his life quite a bit...

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Quietude I fail to coerce the pleasures of the angular hushed cast that repose near secret abundance, an army of cloudy measures. They dance serenely against less modest logging near its silence defense, encountering seizure as my statuesque poise digress. Overwhelmed, stood diminutive in a soundless spread of leisure as a mime wall layout treasures of a speechless contributive. The shadowed wall rises and...

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Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor on its long black ship, cargo of hate and rancor yet in spirit oft I roamed blue skies above and in my fantastic dreams, found I my true love! Such was a balm that fled when heartache renewed Could...

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I would not use, words of hyperbole, To describe you, my friend. As i am not WORDSWORTH, To explain your heart and your beauteous forms. I do lack the Imagination of KEATS, To gracefully praise your songs. Nor have I achieved the vision of COLERIDGE, To see past your earthly charms. Oh dear! , I am just an ordinary guy, who at his lonely...

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge, depressed since his father passed when he was ten. Friendships with William Wordsworth and Robert Southey off and on again. Literary critic, philosopher, theologian and poet whom I adore. Wrote my favorite poem “Kubla Kahn” when he was a depressed poet of twenty-four. His poetry so lyrically delightful, and supernaturally insightful. The fact he was an opium...

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The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet THE NIGHTINGALE sings lustily a cheerful tune My consciousness behaves as EOLIAN HARP as Coleridge poem suggests full of delusion So through opaque glass my window I cannot...

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Before the Mariner grew old, and sailed upon the wave, He had a wife, a daughter too... she drove him to his grave! T'was not the Albatross that cursed this man who rode upon the foam, Before all that his life was worse - with tales of ribbon, brush and comb. His daughter, see, had bright red locks. She...

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Opium was his mind bridge It took him down to Xanadu. Just think what Ecstasy would do....

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