Hartley Coleridge's Sonettwerk
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- Dedicatory Sonnet to S. T. Coleridge
- To a Friend: When we were idlers with the loitering rills...
- To a Friend: In the great city we are met again...
- To a Friend: We parted on the mountains, as two streams...
- To a Friend: The Man, whose lady-love is virgin Truth...
- What was't awaken'd first the untried ear...
- I loved thee once, when every thought of mine
- Is Love a fancy, or a feeling? No,...
- Whither is gone the wisdom and the power
- Long time a child, and still a child, when years...
- Youth, love, and mirth, what are they but the portion...
- How long I sail'd, and never took a thought...
- Once I was young, and fancy was my all...
- Too true it is, my time of power was spent...
- On a picture of the Corpse of Napoleon lying in State
- To Wordsworth: There have been poets that in verse display...
- November: The mellow year is hasting to its close...
- On parting with a very pretty, but very little Lady
- Night
- The first Birthday
- Whither - Oh - whither, in the wandering air...
- Love is but folly, - since the wisest love...
- Youth, thou art fled, - but where are all the charms...
- I thank my God because my hairs are grey!...
- It must be so, - my infant love must find...
- From Country to Town - written in Leeds, July 1832
- Continued - 'Tis strange to me, who long have seen no face...
- If I have sinn'd in act, I may repent...
- To Shakespeare
- Why should I murmur at my lot forlorn?...
- What is young Pasion but a gusty breeze...
- From Petrarch: 'Solo e pensoso i piu deserti campi'
- The vale of Tempe had in vain been fair...
- To a lofty beauty, from her poor kinsman
- To Love: Sweet Love, the shadow of thy parting wings...
- May, 1832
- All Nature ministers to Hope...
- From Petrarch: Se lamentar augelli, o verdi fronde
- Homer
- To the Memory of Canning
- Liberty
- Who is the Poet?
- The use of a poet
- Young Love
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