Well, they are gone, and here must I remain – a long title for a short collection of poetry. Maybe a bit of a weird choice, since it is quite the mouthful. On the other hand though, it sort of resembles perfectly the kind of romantic poetry that is collected here.
Coleridge was one of these authors that have been passed around in my English Lit class – particularly The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I liked the poems here well enough, if maybe a little wordy – not unlike the title.
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain (Little Black Classics #35) – Samuel Taylor Coleridge