Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,To honied phrases set!Into the land of dreams I long to go.Bid me forget! — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget! — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,To honied phrases set!Into the land of dreams I long to go.Bid me forget! — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
We were young, we were merry, we were very, very wise, And the door stood open at our feast, When there passed us a… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
How often one talks not to hear what the other person has got to say, but to hear what one has got to say… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
“. . . The stormy sun was going down In a stormy sky. Why did you let your eyes so rest on me, And… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Qualities absolutely necessary for a historian: (1) Imagination. (2) Prejudice. (3) The power of writing your own biography at the same time. — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
“The Other Side of a Mirror I sat before my glass one day, And conjured up a vision bare, Unlike the aspects glad and… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
“ My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His None ever was in love with me but grief. She wooed me from… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
“ We Never Said Farewell We never said farewell, nor even looked Our last upon each other, for no sign Was made when we… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?-Moths that a garment fret.The world is turned memorial, crying, "ThouShalt not forget! — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,Nor Nature, nor that deep man's Nature, Art?Are they too thin, too weak and poor… — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
The fruits of the tree of Knowledge are various; he must be strong indeed who can digest all of them. — Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Copy Share Image
