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A Couplet, Written In A Volume Of Poems Presented By Mr. Coleridge To Dr. A., A Highly Respected Friend, The Loss of Whose Society He Deeply Regretted

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Knight's Tomb

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?

Where may the grave of that good man be?—

By the side of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn,

Under the twigs of a young birch tree!

The oak that in summer was sweet to hear,

And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year,

And whistled and roared in the winter alone,

Is gone,—and the birch in its stead is grown.—

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Human Life, On The Denial Of Immortality

If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom

Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare

As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,

Whose sound and motion not alone declare,

But are their whole of being! If the breath

Be Life itself, and not its task and tent,

If even a soul like Milton's can know death;

O Man! thou vessel purposeless, unmeant,

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph

Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,

And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod

A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he--

O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.--

That he who many a year with toil of breath

Found death in life, may here find life in death:

Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame--

He ask'd, and hoped through Christ. Do thou the same.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Cologne

In Köhln, a town of monks and bones,

And pavements fang'd with murderous stones

And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches;

I counted two and seventy stenches,

All well defined, and several stinks!

Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks,

The river Rhine, it is well known,

Doth wash your city of Cologne;

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge