Samuel Taylor Coleridge (October 21, 1772 – July 25, 1834) was an English poet, critic, and philosopher who was, along with his friend William Wordsworth, one of the founders of the Romantic Movement in England and one of the Lake Poets. He is probably best known for his poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, as well as his major prose work Biographia Literaria. Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born on October 21, 1772 in the rural town of Ottery St Mary, Devonshire. He was the youngest of ten children, and his father, the Reverend John Coleridge, was a well respected vicar. Coleridge suffered from constant ridicule by his older brother Frank, partially due to jealousy, as Samuel was often praised and favoured by his parents. To escape this abuse, he frequently sought refuge at a local library, which led him to discover his passion for poetry.
the eolian harp
Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire.
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus ...[read poem]
Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire.
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined
Thus ...
a girl strike-leader
A white-faced, stubborn little thing
Whose years are not quite twenty years;
Eyes steely n...[read poem]
A white-faced, stubborn little thing
Whose years are not quite twenty years;
Eyes steely n...
city of huge buildings
City of huge buildings into which men have poured their souls,
City of innumerable schools wher...[read poem]
City of huge buildings into which men have poured their souls,
City of innumerable schools wher...
the jewish conscript
They have dressed me up in a soldier’s dress,
With a rifle in my hand,
And have sent...[read poem]
They have dressed me up in a soldier’s dress,
With a rifle in my hand,
And have sent...
frost at midnight
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--...[read poem]
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry
Came loud--...
caliban at sunset
I stood with a man
Watching the sun go down.
The air was full of murmurous summer scents...[read poem]
I stood with a man
Watching the sun go down.
The air was full of murmurous summer scents...
metrical feet
Trochee trips from long to short;
From long to long in solemn sort
Slow Spondee stalks, st...[read poem]
Trochee trips from long to short;
From long to long in solemn sort
Slow Spondee stalks, st...
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