Mary Coleridge was a novelist, essayist and biographer. She was also a talented poet, and her posthumously published verses are variously meditative, joyous, gothic, wistful and devotional. (Newgatenovelist)
To MemoryLarghettoSlowlyGoneA Moment'There was no place found'Morning DreamsCome Home!The Other Side of a MirrorA DifferenceI have forged me in sevenfold heats'Every man for his own hand'In the BreraReginaAt FirstAn Anniversary'Over the hills and far away'EyesGiftsMaster and GuestTwo SongsHorror'He came unto his own, and his own received him not'One and AllMortal CombatSt. Andrew'sWinged WordsTrue to myself am I, and false to allGo!Not YetBlue and WhiteOur Lady'He knoweth not that the dead are thine'The Devil's FuneralArmida's GardenConfidenceBurialMandragora'The merciful knight'InvocationDoubtOn the HearthrugAt Dead of NightSongThe WitchA HuguenotEleanorSelf-questionA Day-dreamI ask of thee, love, nothing but reliefSun and StormL'oiseau BleuJealousyShadowProsperityNewsAwakeSongFair as a Dream!MarriageTo a PianoOn a Bas-relief of Pelops and HippodameiaIn Dispraise of the MoonThe Witches' WoodWilderspinUnwelcomeThe Lady of TreesFebruary, 1900DumbWhen Mary thro' the Garden WentHigh WindWhither Away?Beware!The King's GuardRenaissance GentlemenThe White WomenLines to a TreeOther men may never careNight is fallen within, withoutI saw a stable, low and very bareDeath'Tis not Love that is DeadBamboroughI chanced to see, upon a dayCome back to me my swallowThistledownPrideSun and WindAffectionGoodnessWanderersDepart from me. I know thee not!At a Friends' MeetingKnowledgeUnityWastedThe fire, the lamp, and I, were alone togetherA WitnessVenetaThe TrainFlowers of the FieldCompanionshipOn the Arrival of a VisitorLo, when the house is empty come the deadStreet LanternsWhere a Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg'Deep Calleth unto Deep'ImaginationSeptemberO Earth, my mother! not upon thy breastLove went a-riding over the earthFriends - with a DifferenceThee have I sought, divine HumilityDear builder of the Bridge, with thee I stoodForgive? O yes! How lightly, lightly said!On a day, and on a dayWhether I live, or whether I dieThou that canst sit in silence hour by hourOne Day in Every YearA DedicationEgypt's might is tumbled downAn Insincere Wish Addressed to a Beggar'Remember Not Our Iniquities'O Mighty Spirit, whither art thou fled?Ah, I have striven, I have strivenWeary was I of toil and strifeWe were not made for refuge of liesSoundsTo a Bullying Wind that Rose at SunsetNo NewspapersThere with two lives before me did I chooseO tell me not that years will give'They served with Nelson, and with Nelson died'O Darkness gather roundNo longer live!WindThe song of nightingalesI shall forget you, O my deadTwo HeavensDeath and the LadyThe Contents of an Ink-BottleChillinghamGuy's Cliffe at NightNew Year's EveOn a Soldier Who Died of IllnessLilies and Doves (May, 1902)On Such a DayEveningArm thee! Arm thee! Forth upon the road!Her face, for utter stillness, hath no peerBlindGood Friday in my heart! Fear and affright!Lord of the winds, I cry to theeTo C. E. G. on Her BirthdayThe Singing of the Children for TheoGibberishIn London TownThe sum of loss I have not reckoned yetAre the dead as calm as thoseNicodemusThree AspectsLow-flying swallow, tho' the sky be fairThe Haven'Cut It Down'ChangeHail and FarewellBroken Friendship'In That Sleep of Death What Dreams May Come?'The MaidenJanuary the FirstGoldO let me be in loving niceYouth's DyingThree Helpers in BattlePraiseJoy in JoyTwoAs I went singing over the earthIngrato CorAfter St. Augustine'At Evening Time It Shall Be Light'Fighting would I have you dieTwo differing sorrows made these eyes grow dimThe KingThe Second TimeLove, the immortal thing, by Time constrainedHushA Mother to a BabyOn a Sudden DepartureSay ThisTar Ublia Chi Bien EimaSleepContradictionsAstrologyA Child's DayWind and SeaMistakenMarah'My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His'The Deserted HouseThereSongUselessChrist's FriendsAll OneA Clever WomanFriends and FoesPoet and SculptorWhy is she set so far, so far above meAlcestis to AdmetusI know not how it is with me - the lightFurness AbbeyHelplessI envy not the dead that restFrom My WindowAfter Reading Certain BooksThe Finding of Lord Strathmore (1715)ImpromptuIn a Volume of Austin DobsonGhostsAt the MadeleineThe poet's heart without his gift of songSoloTired of the daily roundHe who has lived in sunshine all day longLife and JoyNowThat this should be the common grief of allNot as I am thou art - and yet thou artLove, whereof purest light the shadow isOnly a little shall we speak of theeNel Mezzo Del CamminSadnessNonsenseTherefore I wrote it, not that men should buyWordsSome in a child would live, some in a book
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