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MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE


Poems found: 90

EGYPT'S MIGHT IS TUMBLED DOWN

WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG'

A CLEVER WOMAN

A MOMENT

AN INSINCERE WISH ADDRESSED TO A BEGGAR

GONE

I SAW A STABLE

IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON

JEALOUSY

MARRIAGE

MORTAL COMBAT

OUR LADY

STREET LANTERNS

THE DESERTED HOUSE

THE OTHER SIDE OF A MIRROR

THE WHITE WOMEN

THE WITCH

UNWELCOME

AH NO!

TIS NOT LOVE THAT IS DEAD

AH, I HAVE STRIVEN, I HAVE STRIVEN

AH, NOT THE TERROR OF A LONG-DRAWN DEATH

ARE THE DEAD AS CALM AS THOSE

ARM THEE! ARM THEE! FORTH UPON THE ROAD!

BARE BOUGHS THE AUTUMN HATH AND SO HATH SPRING

CLOSELY I WATCHED IT, HOUR BY HOUR

COME BACK TO ME, MY SWALLOW

DEPART FROM ME. I KNOW THEE NOT!

EGYPT'S MIGHT IS TUMBLED DOWN

FIGHTING WOULD I HAVE YOU DIE

FORGIVE? O YES! HOW LIGHTLY, LIGHTLY SAID!

HE WHO HAS LIVED IN SUNSHINE ALL DAY LONG

HER FACE, FOR UTTER STILLNESS, HATH NO PEER

I ASK OF THEE, LOVE, NOTHING BUT RELIEF

I ENVY NOT THE DEAD THAT REST

I HAVE FORGED ME IN SEVENFOLD HEATS

I HAVE MORE SORROW, DEAREST, IN THY LOVE

I KNOW NOT HOW IT IS WITH ME - THE LIGHT

I LOVED YOUR FACE

I SAW THEE GO INTO THE NIGHT, BELOVED

I SHALL FORGET YOU, O MY DEAD

IN ONE ESTATE NOT FOR ONE MOMENT RESTING

IN THE MIST AND THE RAIN I MET YOU

LAY ME, LAY ME WHERE I DIE

LORD OF THE WINDS, I CRY TO THEE

LOVE, THE IMMORTAL THING, BY TIME CONSTRAINED

LOVE, WHEREOF PUREST LIGHT THE SHADOW IS

LOW-FLYING SWALLOW THO' THE SKY BE FAIR

NIGHT IS FALLEN WITHIN, WITHOUT

NO LONGER LIVE!

NOT AS I AM THOU ART - AND YET THOU ART

O DARKNESS GATHER ROUND

O EARTH, MY MOTHER! NOT UPON THY BREAST

O MIGHTY SPIRIT, WHITHER ART THOU FLED?

O NOT MORE SURELY LOVE LIES HID

O TELL ME NOT THAT YEARS WILL GIVE

ON A DAY, AND ON A DAY

ONE DAY IN EVERY YEAR

ONE MORNING EARLY, AS I WOKE, I FELT

ONLY A LITTLE SHALL WE SPEAK OF THEE

ONLY THE NAME AND NOTHING MORE

OTHER MEN MAY NEVER CARE

SOME IN A CHILD WOULD LIVE, SOME IN A BOOK

STAY WITH ME, HAPPY DAY!

THAT THIS SHOULD BE THE COMMON GRIEF OF ALL

THE FIRE, THE LAMP, AND I, WERE ALONE TOGETHER

THE POET'S HEART WITHOUT HIS GIFT OF SONG

THE SONG OF NIGHTINGALES

THE SUM OF LOSS I HAVE NOT RECKONED YET

THE TEARS THAT FALL ARE WATER SPILT ON THE GROUND

THEE HAVE I SOUGHT, DIVINE HUMILITY

THERE WITH TWO LIVES BEFORE ME DID I CHOOSE

THEREFORE I WROTE IT, NOT THAT MEN SHOULD BUY

THEY SERVED WITH NELSON, AND WITH NELSON DIED

THOU THAT CANST SIT IN SILENCE HOUR BY HOUR

THY VOICE IS IN THE WINDS AND IN THE WATERS

TIRED OF THE DAILY ROUND

TRUE TO MYSELF AM I, AND FALSE TO ALL

TWO DIFFERING SORROWS MADE THESE EYES GROW DIM

WE NEVER SAID FAREWELL, NOR EVEN LOOKED

WE WERE NOT MADE FOR REFUGES OF LIES

WEARY WAS I OF TOIL AND STRIFE

WHEN MARY THRO' THE GARDEN WENT

WHETHER I LIVE, OR WHETHER I DIE

A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU'

AS I WENT SINGING OVER THE EARTH

LOVE NOT ME FOR COMELY GRACE

THERE IS A LADY SWEET AND KIND

NOW WOLDE

O THE HIGH VALLEY, THE LITTLE LOW HILL



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