We are pleased to announce the launch of our fourth International Poetry Competition. As Shelley was one of the greatest Romantic poets in English literature our theme is "the wider definition of ‘a Romantic poem’. #PercyByssheShelley Enter below.👇🏽 shelleymemorialproject.co.uk/competition-20…

Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. -"Desire" STC

Exciting new publication: A Shattered Idol, the Lord Chief Justice and his Troublesome Women by Tom Hughes

Our Porlock weekend is in the news! Check it out here: wsfp.co.uk/news/coleridge…

"June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies." Sara Coleridge, "The Garden Year"

I am pleased to announce our new website: friendsofcoleridge.com.  Please note the Bulletin archive as well as a new "donate" function.  Keep a bookmark on the "Events" tab, as we will update this with our latest happenings!

Great to see this write-up of our Coleridge in Porlock Weekend, which was such a delight:

We’ve completely refreshed our website over at Friends of Coleridge - do have a look:

Tom Poole Event!

How warm this woodland wild Recess!/ LOVE surely hath been breathing here, /And this sweet bed of heath, my dear!/ Swells up, then sinks with faint caress,/ As if to have you yet more near." STC, Recollections of Love

Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots and gillyflowers -Sara Coleridge, "The Garden Year"

"Here Wisdom might resort, and here Remorse;/ Here too the love-lorn Man who, sick in soul/ and of this busy human heart aweary,/ Worships the spirit of unconscious life/ In tree or wild-flower. -- Gentle Lunatic!"- STC, The Picture, or The Lover's Resolution

"August brings the sheaves of corn, /Then the harvest home is borne" -Sara Coleridge "The Garden Year"

"Warm September brings the fruit;/ Sportsmen then begin to shoot." - Sara Coleridge, "The Garden Year"

"All in a hot and copper sky, /The bloody Sun at noon, /Right up above the mast did stand, /No bigger than the Moon." STC, Rime of the Ancient Mariner

"The lovely lady, Christabel, /Whom her father loves so well, /What makes her in the wood so late, /A furlong from the castle gate?" - STC "Chistabel"

"Fresh October brings the pheasant;/ Then to gather nuts is pleasant" -Sara Coleridge, "The Garden Year"

Happy Birthday to Samuel Taylor Coleridge! "Epitaph" by STC:

"Dull November brings the blast; Then the leaves are whirling fast" -Sara Coleridge, "The Garden Year"