Hartley Coleridge
1796–1849
Poems (8)
- Early DeathShe pass'd away like morning dew
- FriendshipWhen we were idlers with the loitering rills,
- IdealityThe Vale of Tempe had in vain been fair,
- ShakespeareThe Soul of man is larger than the sky,
- She Is Not Fair To Outward ViewAs many maidens be,
- Summer RainThick lay the dust, uncomfortably white,
- The Solitary-HeartedShe was a queen of noble Nature's crowning,
- “She is not fair to outward view”As many maidens be;
