“ My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have His None ever was in love with me but grief. She wooed me from the day that I was born; She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief, And left… — 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 the linkèd chain unhooked And broke the level line. And here we dwell together, side by… — 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
