On an Infant
Which Died before Baptism
“BE, rather than be called, a child of God,”
Death whispered!—with assenting nod,
Its head upon its mother’s breast,
The baby bowed, without demur—
Of the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not inheritor.
More poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Rime of the Ancient Mariner
In Seven PARTS
ARGUMENT.—How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere c… -
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Part I
An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one. IT is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three. … -
Kubla Khan
in Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran … -
Time, Real and Imaginary
On the wide level of a mountain's head
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place),
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread, …