Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

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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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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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The clouds had made a crimson
Above the mountains high
The stormy sun was going
In a stormy sky
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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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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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I sat before my glass one day,
And conjured up a vision bare,
Unlike the aspects glad and gay,
That erst were found reflected there - The vision of a woman, wild With more than womanly despair
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Grant me but a day, love,
But a day,
Ere I give my heart,
My heart away,
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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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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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WE never said farewell, nor even looked Our last upon each other, for no sign Was made when we the linkèd chain unhooked And broke the level line
And here we dwell together, side by side,
Our places fixed for life upon the chart
Two...
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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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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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O
ET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd
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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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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,
I could hear his merry voice upon the wind,
Crying, "e;
Fairest, shut your eyes, for see you should not
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ER of God
no lady thou:   Common woman of common
Our Lady ladies call thee now,   But Christ was never of gentle birth;   A common man of the common earth
For God’s ways are not as our ways:   The noblest lady in the
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