Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

(23 September 1861 – 25 August 1907)

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poems

1. Affection 12/31/2002
2. Gibberish 4/1/2010
3. The Witch 1/1/2004
4. To Memory 12/31/2002
5. The Other Side Of A Mirror 1/1/2004
6. Blue And White 1/1/2004
7. I Ask Of Thee, Love, Nothing But Relief 12/31/2002
8. Unwelcome 1/1/2004
9. ‘he Came Unto His Own, And His Own Received Him Not’ 1/1/2004
10. Death And The Lady 5/14/2001
11. Our Lady 1/1/2004
12. Larghetto 12/31/2002
13. Good Friday In My Heart 1/1/2004
14. The Deserted House 4/1/2010
15. Come Home! 12/31/2002
16. A Moment 4/1/2010
17. Punctilio 1/1/2004
18. The Train 4/1/2010
19. After St. Augustine 1/1/2004
20. L'Oiseau Bleu 4/1/2010
21. We Never Said Farewell 1/1/2004
22. Street Lanterns 4/1/2010
23. An Insincere Wish Addressed To A Beggar 4/1/2010
24. When My Love Did What I Would Not, What I Would Not 12/31/2002
25. On Such A Day 4/1/2010
26. A Huguenot 4/1/2010
27. Chillingham 4/1/2010
28. Vale` - Egypt's Might Is Tumbled Down 4/1/2010
29. "My True Love Hath My Heart And I Have His&Quot; 3/12/2015
30. Where A Roman Villa Stood, Above Freiburg 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Mary Elizabeth Coleridge


The earth that made the rose,
She also is thy mother, and not I.
The flame wherewith thy maiden spirit glows
Was lighted at no hearth that I sit by.
I am as far below as heaven above thee.
Were I thine angel, more I could not love thee.

Bid me defend thee!
Thy danger over-human strength shall lend me,
A hand of iron and a heart of steel,
To strike, to wound, to slay, and not to feel.
But if you chide me,
I am a weak, defenceless child beside thee.

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O LET me be in loving nice,
Dainty, fine, and o’er precise,
That I may charm my charmàd dear
As tho’ I felt a secret fear
To lose what never can be lost,—
Her faith who still delights me most!
So shall I be more than true,
Ever in my ageing new.
So dull habit shall not be
Wrongly call’d Fidelity.

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