Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge (23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907) was a British novelist and poet who also wrote essays and reviews.
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Vale` - Egypts Might is Tumbled Down

Egypt's might is tumbled
Down a-down the deeps of though;
Greece is fallen and Troy town,
Glorious Rome hath lost her crown,

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A Moment

The clouds had made a crimson
Above the mountains high
The stormy sun was going
In a stormy sky

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On Such a Day

Some hang above the tombs,    Some weep in empty rooms,    I, when the iris blooms,    Remember
I, when the cyclamen    Opens her buds again,    Rejoice a moment-then    Remember

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He came unto His own and His own received Him not

As Christ the Lord was passing by, He came, one night, to a cottage door
He came, a poor man, to the poor; He had no bed whereon to lie
He asked in vain for a crust of bread, Standing there in the frozen blast
The door was locked an...

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The Deserted House

There's no smoke in the chimney, And the rain beats on the floor; There's no glass in the window, There's no wood in the door; The heather grows behind the house, And the sand lies before
No hand hath trained the ivy, The walls are grey and b...

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Larghetto

Grant me but a day, love,
But a day,
Ere I give my heart,
My heart away,

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Where a Roman Villa Stood Above Freiburg

On alien ground, breathing an alien air,
A Roman stood, far from his ancient home,
And gazing, murmured,"Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome

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Street Lanterns

Country roads are yellow and brown
We mend the roads in London town
Never a hansom dare come nigh,  Never a cart goes rolling by
An unwonted silence steals  In between the turning wheels

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Loiseau bleu

The lake lay blue below the hill
O'er it, as I looked, there
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue

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Gibberish

Many a flower have I seen blossom, Many a bird for me will sing
Never heard I so sweet a singer, Never saw I so fair a thing
She is a bird, a bird that blossoms, She is a flower, a flower that sings; And I a flower when I behold her, And...

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Death and the Lady

RN in, my lord, she said ; As it were the Father of Sin I have hated the Father of the Dead, The slayer of my kin ; By the Father of the Living led, Turn in, my lord, turn in
We were foes of old ; thy touch was cold, But mine is warm as life ...

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When my love did what I would not what I would not

When my love did what I would not, what I would not,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;
Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not

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