Coleridge's Poems


Stop, Christian passer-by!--Stop, child of God,

And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod

A poet lies, or that which once seemed he.--

O, lift one thought in prayer for S.T.C.;

That he who many a year with toil of breath 5

Found death in life, may here find life in death!

Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame

He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ.

Do thou the same!