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Limbo

The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den

It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--

For skimming in the wake it mock'd the care

Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;

Tho' Irus' Ghost itself he ne'er frown'd blacker on,

The skin and skin-pent Druggist crost the Acheron,

Styx, and with Puriphlegethon Cocytus,--

(The very names, methinks, might thither fright us--)

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To An Infant

Ah cease thy tears and sobs, my little life!

I did but snatch away the unclasped knife:

Some safer toy will soon arrest thine eye,

And to quick laughter change this peevish cry!

Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe,

Tutored by pain each source of pain to know!

Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire

Awake thy eager grasp and young desire:

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Psyche

The butterfly the ancient Grecians made

The soul's fair emblem, and its only name--

But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade

Of mortal life! -- For in this earthly frame

Ours is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame,

Manifold motions making little speed,

And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion

Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!

Wherever they can come

With clankum and blankum

'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,

With fun, jeering

Conjuring

Sky-staring,

Loungering,

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Reason

...Finally, what is Reason? You have often asked me; and this is my

answer:--

Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee,

[Sublimates] to a pure transparency,

That intercepts no light and adds no stain--

There Reason is, and then begins her reign!

But alas!

-----------'tu stesso, ti fai grosso

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water Ballad

Come hither, gently rowing,

Come, bear me quickly o'er

This stream so brightly flowing

To yonder woodland shore.

But vain were my endeavour

To pay thee, courteous guide;

Row on, row on, for ever

I'd have thee by my side.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To A Primrose

The first seen in the season

Nitens et roboris expers

Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat.

- Ovid, Metam. [xv.203].

Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower,

That peeping from thy rustic bower

The festive news to earth dost bring,

A fragrant messenger of Spring.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Dejection: An Ode

Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon,

With the old Moon in her arms ;

And I fear, I fear, My Master dear !

We shall have a deadly storm.

~Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence

Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made

The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Despair

I have experienc'd

The worst, the World can wreak on me--the worst

That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb

With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--

I have beheld the whole of all, wherein

My Heart had any interest in this Life,

To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes

That nothing now is left. Why then live on?

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Desire

Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame ;

It is the reflex of our earthly frame,

That takes its meaning from the nobler part,

And but translates the language of the heart.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

To William Wordsworth Composed On The Night After His Recitation Of A Poem On The Growth Of An Indi

Friend of the Wise! and Teacher of the Good!

Into my heart have I received that Lay

More than historic, that prophetic Lay

Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)

Of the foundations and the building up

Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell

What may be told, to the understanding mind

Revealable; and what within the mind

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Love

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I

Live o'er again that happy hour,

When midway on the mount I lay,

Beside the ruined tower.

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge