Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The poet in his lone yet genial hour
Gives to his eyes a magnifying power :
Or rather he emancipates his eyes
From the black shapeless accidents of size--
In unctuous cones of kindling coal,
Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe's trim bole,
     His gifted ken can see
     Phantoms of sublimity.

Next 10 Poems

• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : As Some Vast Tropic Tree, Itself A Wood ( Fragment )
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Blossing Of The Solitary Date-tree, The
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Brockley Coomb
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Christabel
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Cologne
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Come, Come Thou Bleak December Wind ( Fragment )
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Constancy To An Ideal Object
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Dejection: An Ode
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Desire
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Despair

Previous 10 Poems

• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : Aeolian Harp, The
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : About The Nightingale
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : A Tombless Epitaph
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : A Mathematical Problem
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge : A Christmas Carol
• Arthur Hugh Clough : Ye Flags Of Picadilly
• Arthur Hugh Clough : With Whom Is No Variableness, Neither Shadow Of Turning
• Arthur Hugh Clough : Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go
• Arthur Hugh Clough : To Spend Uncounted Years Of Pain