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| MEMOIR OF SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Religious Musings; a Desultory Poem 13

JUVENILE POEMS

The Destiny of Nations ; a Vision

17

1

Genevieve

2 SIBYLLINE LEAVES -

Sonnet, to the Autumnal Moon.

I. POEMS OCCASIONED BY POLITICAL EVENTS, OR

Time, Real and Imaginary, an Allegory . ib.

FEELINGS CONNECTED WITH THEM.

Monody on the death of Chatterton ibo

Songs of the Pixies

4

Ode to the Departing Year

21

The Raven, a Christmas Tale, told by a

France; an Ode

23

School-boy to his little Brothers and Sisters 5

Fears in Solitude ; written in April, 1798,
Absence: a Farewell Ode on quitting School

during the alarm of an Invasion ... 24

for Jesus College, Cambridge.

ib.

Fire, Famine, and Slaughter; a War Eclogue 26

Lines on an Autumnal Evening.

Recantation-illustrated in the Story of the

ib.

Mad Ox

27

The Rose

6

The Kiss

ib. II. LOVE POEMS.

To a Young Ass—its Mother being tethered

Introduction to the tale of the Dark Ladie 28

near it

Lewti, or the Circassian Love Chaunt. 29

Domestic Peace.

The Picture, or the Lover's Resolution 30

The Sigh.

The Night Scene; a Dramatic Fragment 31
Epitaph on an Infant.,

To an Unfortunate Woman, whom the Au-
Lines written at the King's Arms, Ross
Lines to a beautiful Spring in a Village

thor had known in the days of her inno
cence. ::

32
Lines on a Friend, who died of a frenzy fe-

To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre 33
ver induced by calumnious reports ib.

Lines, composed in a Concert-room .

To a Young Lady, with a Poem on the French

The Keepsake

ib

Revolution.

To a Lady, with Falconer's “ Shipwreck”. 34

Sonnet." My heart has thanked thee, Bowles!

To a Young Lady, on her Recovery from a

for those soft strains"

9

Fever..

16.

* As late I lay in slumber's shadowy

Something childish, but very natural-writ-

vale"

ib.

ten in Germany

ib

Though roused by that dark vizir,

Home-sick-written in Germany

ib

Riot rude"

ib.

Answer to a Child's Question .

ib

* When British Freedom for a hap-

The Visionary Hope .

35

pier land"

ib.

The Happy Husband; a Fragment. ib

" It was some spirit, Sheridan! that

Recollections of love.

ib.

breathed”.

ib.

On Revisiting the Sea-shore after long ab-

. * O what a loud and fearful shriek

ib.

was there".

il.

The Composition of a Kiss

36

" As when faroff the warbled strains

are heard".

10 III. MEDITATIVE POEMS.

" Thou gentle look, that didst iny Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Cha-
soul beguile"

ib.
mouny

ib
" Pale roamer through the night! Lines written in the Album at Elbingerode,

thoa poor forlorn!"

ib. in the Hartz Forest .

37

Sweet Mercy! how my very heart

On observing a Blossom on the 1st of Feb-
has bled"
ib.

ib.
-" Thou bleedest, my poor heart! and

The Eolian Harp-composed at Clevedon,
thy distress"
ib. Somersetshire

ib,
To the Author of the Robbers” . ib. Reflections on having left a Place of Retire-

Lines composed while climbing the left as-

ment

38

cent of Brockley Coomb, Somersetshire, To the Rev. Geo. Coleridge of Ottery St.

May, 1795. ..

ib. Mary, Devon—with some Poems 39

Lines, in the manner of Spenser

11 Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath ib.

imitated from Ossian

ib. A Tombless Epitaph . .

39

The Complaint of Ninathoma

ib. This Lime-tree Bower my Prison

40

Lines, imitated from the Welsh .

ib. To a Friend, who had declared his intention
to an infant
ib. of writing no more Poetry

ib.
in answer to a Letter from Bristol .. 12 To a Gentleman-composed on the night
to a Friend, in answer to a melancholy

after his Recitation of a Poem on the

Letter

13 Growth of an Individual Mind

41

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The Nightingale; a Conversation Poem. . 42 Part II. THE SEQUEL, ENTITLED “THE

Frost at Midnight

43 USURPER'S FATE"

102

To a Friend, together with an unfinished

Poem.

ib. THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE FIRST PART

The Hour when we shall meet again 44

OF WALLENSTEIN; a Drama, trans-

Lines to Joseph Cottle . .

ib.

lated from the German of Schiller 121

IV. ODES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN; a Tra-

The Three Graves; a Fragment of a Sex.

gedy, in Five Acts

168

ton's Tale.

ib.

Dejection; an Ode.

48 THE FALL OF ROBESPIERRE ; an Historic

Ode to Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire 49

Drama

203

Ode to Tranquillity

50

To a Young Friend, on his proposing to do-

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS :-
mesticate with the Author

ib.
Lines 10 W. L. Esq., while he sang to Pur.

PROSE IN RHYME ; OR EPIGRAMS, MORALITIES,

cell's Music .

51

AND THINGS WITHOUT A NAME.

Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune,

Love..

who abandoned himself to an indolent

212

and causeless Melancholy

ib.

Duty surviving Self-love, the only Sure

Sonnet to the River Otter.

Friend of Declining Life ; a Soliloquy . 213
is.

Phantom or Fact? a Dialogue in Verse ib.
- composed on a Journey homeward ;

Work without Hope .

ib.
the Author having received intelligence

Youth and Age

ib.
of the Birth of a Son, Sept. 20, 1796 .. ib.

Sonnet-To a Friend, who asked how I felt

A Day-dream.

214

when the Nurse first presented my In-

To a Lady, offended by a sportive observa-

tion that women have no souls

ib.

fant to me

52

“I have heard of reasons manifold". ab.

The Virgin's Cradle Hymn

ib.

On the Christening of a Friend's Child

Lines suggested by the Last Words of Ben

ib.

rengarius.

ib.

Epitaph on an Infant

ib.

The Devil's Thoughts

ib.

ib.

Melancholy; a Fragment .

Tell's Birth-place-imitated from Stolberg 53

Constancy to an Ideal Object

215

The Suicide's Argument, and Nature's An-

A Christmas Carol

ib.

ib

Human Life, on the Denial of Immortality ib.

The Blossoming of the Solitary Date-tree;

The Visit of the Gods-imitated from

a Lament

Schiller

54

216

Elegy-imitated from Akenside's blank

Fancy in Nubibus, or the Poet in the

Clouds.

ib.
verse Inscriptions :

ib

The Two Founts ; Stanzas addressed to a

Kubla Khan; or a Vision in a Dream ib. .

The Pains of Sleep

55

Lady on her recovery, with unblemished

looks, from a severe attack of pain .

APPENDIX.

What is Life?

217

Apologetic Preface to “ Fire, Famine, and

The Exchange

ib.

Slaughter .

ib. Sonnet, composed by the Sea-side, October,

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 60

1817.

ab.

CHRISTABEL

Epigrams

66

The Wanderings of Cain .

218

REMORSE; a Tragedy, in Five Acts

73

Allegoric Vision

220

ZAPOLYA; a Christmas Tale.

The Improvisatore, or “ John Anderson, my

Part I. THE PRELUDE, ENTITLED “THE

jo, John".

229

USURPER'S FORTUNE"

96

The Garden of Boccaccio, .

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THE

POETICAL WORKS

OF

SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE.

Juvenile Poems.

Their own.

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PREFACE.

impelled to seek for sympathy; but a Poet's feelings

are all strong. Quicquid amet valde amal. Akenside COMPOSITIONS resembling those here collected are

therefore speaks with philosophical accuracy when not unfrequently condemned for their querulous

he classes Love and Poetry, as producing the same

effects : Egotism. But Egotism is to be condemned then only when it offends against time and place, as in a His

Love and the wish of Poets when their tongue tory or an Epic Poem. To censure it in a Monody

Would teach to others' bosoms, what so charms or Sonnet is almost as absurd as to dislike a circle

Pleasures of Imagination. for being mund. Why then write Sonnets or Mono There is one species of Egotism which is truly dies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps disgusting; not that which leads us to communicate nothing else could. After the more violent emotions our feelings to others but that which would reduce of Sorrow, the mind demands amusement, and can the feelings of others to an identity with our own. end it in employment alone : but, full of its late suf The Atheist, who exclaims “pshaw!” when he ferings, it can endure no employment not in some glances his eye on the praises of Deity, is an Egotist : measure connected with them. Forcibly to turn an old man, when he speaks contemptuously of Love. away our attention to general subjects is a painful verses, is an Egotist: and the sleek Favorites of and most often an unavailing effort.

Fortune are Egotists, when they condemn all “ mel. Bat O! how grateful to a wounded heart

ancholy, discontented” verses. Surely, it would be The tale of Misery to impart

candid not merely to ask whether the poem pleases From others' eyes bid artless sorrows flow, And raise esteem upon the base of Woe!

ourselves, but to consider whether or no there may

not be others, to whom it is well calculated to give The communicativeness of our Nature leads us to an innocent pleasure. describe our own sorrows; in the endeavor to de

I shall only add, that each of my readers will, I scribe them, intellectual activity is exerted; and hope, remember, that these Poems on various subfrom intellectual activity there results a pleasure, jects, which he reads at one time and under the inwhich is gradually associated, and mingles as a cor- fluence of one set of feelings, were written at differrective, with the painful subject of the description. ent times and prompted by very different feelings ; * True!" (it may be answered)" but how are the and therefore that the supposed inferiority of one Public interested in your sorrows or your Descrip- Poem to another may sometimes be owing to tho tron ?" We are for ever attributing personal Unities temper of mind in which he happens to peruse it. to imaginary Aggregates. What is the Public, but a term for a number of scattered individuals ? of whom My poems have been rightly charged with a pru as many will be interested in these sorrows, as have fusion of double-epithets, and a general turgidness experienced the same or similar.

I have pruned the double-epithets with no sparing Holy be the lay

hand ; and used my best efforts to tame the swell Which mourning soothes the mourner on his way. and glitter both of thought and diction.* This latter If I could judge of others by myself, I should not hesitate to affirm, that the most interesting passages

* Without any feeling of anger, I may yet be allowed to are those in which the Author develops his own express some degree of surprise, that after having run the feelings! The sweet voice of Cona* never sounds critical gauntlet for a certain class of faults, which I had, viz.

a too ornate and elaborately poetic diction, and nothing havso sweetly, as when it speaks of itself; and I should ing come before the judgment-seat of the Reviewers during almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart, who the long interval. I should for at least seventeen years, quarter ould read the opening of the third book of the Para- after quarter, have been placed by them in the foremost rank dise Lost without peculiar emotion. By a Law of our ridicule for faults directly opposite, viz. bald and prosaic lan

of the proscribed, and made to abide the brunt of abuso and Nature, he, who labors under a strong feeling, is guage, and an affected simplicity both of matter and manner

-faults which assuredly did not enter into the character of • Ossian.

my compositions.---Literary Life, i. 51. Published 1817

fault however had insinuated itself into

my

Religious And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Musings with such intricacy of union, that some Behind the gather'd blackness lost on high ; times I have omitted to disentangle the weed from And when thou dartest from the wind-rent cloud the fear of snapping the flower. A third and heavier Thy placid lightning o'er the awaken'd sky accusation has been brought against me, that of ob Ah such is Hope' as changeful and as fair! scurity ; but not, I think, with equal justice. An Now dimly peering on the wistful sight; Author is obscure, when his conceptions are dim Now hid behind the dragon-wing'd Despair and imperfect, and his language incorrect, or unap But soon emerging in her radiant might, propriate, or involved. A poem that abounds in She o'er the sorrow-clouded breast of Care allusions, like the Bard of Gray, or one that imper Sails, like a meteor kindling in its flight. sonates high and abstract truths, like Collins's Ode on the poetical character, claims not to be popularbut should be acquitted of obscurity. The deficiency is in the Reader. But this is a charge which every poet, whose imagination is warm and rapid, must

TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY. expect from his contemporaries. Milton did not

AN ALLEGORY. escape it; and it was adduced with virulence against Gray and Collins. We now hear no more of it: On the wide level of a mountain's head not that their poems are better understood at present, (I knew not where, but 't was some faery place than they were at their first publication ; but their Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread, fame is established ; and a critic would accuse him Two lovely children run an endless race, self of frigidity or inattention, who should profess A sister and a brother ! not to understand them. But a living writer is yet This far outstript the other ; sub judice; and if we cannot follow his conceptions

Yet ever runs she with reverted face, or enter into his feelings, it is more consoling to our And looks and listens for the boy behind : pride to consider him as lost beneath, than as soaring For he, alas! is blind ! above us. If any man expect from my poems the O'er rough and smooth with even step he pass’d, same easiness of style which he admires in a drink. And knows not whether he be first or last. ing-song, for him I have not written. Intelligibilia, non intellectum adfero.

I expect neither profit nor general fame by my writings ; and I consider myself as having been

MONODY ON THE DEATH OF amply repaid without either. Poetry has been to me its own “ exceeding great reward :" it has soothed

CHATTERTON. my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my en

joyments ; it has endeared solitude: and it has given O what a wonder seems the fear of death,
me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep,
the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me. Babes, Children, Youths and Men,

S. T. C. Night following night for threescore years and ten

But doubly strange, where life is but a breath

To sigh and pant with, up Want's rugged steep.
JUVENILE POEMS.

Away, Grim Phantom! Scorpion King, away
Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display

For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of state
GENEVIEVE.

Lo! by the grave I stand of one, for whom
Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve ! A prodigal Nature and a niggard Doom
In beauty's light you glide along :

(That all bestowing, this withholding all) Your eye is like the star of eve,

Made each chance knell from distant spire or lonie And sweet your voice, as seraph's song. Sound like a seeking Mother's anxious call, Yet not your heavenly beauty gives

Return, poor Child! Home, weary Truant, home! This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives!

Thee, Chatterton! these unblest stones protect It bids you hear the tale of woe.

From want, and the bleak freezings of neglect. When sinking low the sufferer wan

Too long before the vexing Storm-blast driven, Beholds no hand outstretch'd to save,

Here hast thou found repose! beneath this sod! Fair, as the bosom of the swan

Thou! O vain word! thou dwell'st not with the clu That rises graceful o'er the wave,

Amid the shining Host of the Forgiven
I've seen your breast with pity heave, Thou at the throne of Mercy and thy God
And therefore love I you, sweet Genevieve! The triumph of redeeming Love dost hymn

(Believe it, O my soul!) to harps of Seraphim.

SONNET.

TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON.

Mild Splendor of the various-vested Night!
Mother of wildly-working visions ! hail !
I watch thy gliding, while with watery light
Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil ;

Yet oft, perforce ('t is suffering Nature's call.)
I weep, that heaven-born Genius so shall fall;
And oft, in Fancy's saddest hour, my soul
Averted shudders at the poison'd bowl.
Now groans my sickening heart, as still I view

Thy corse of livid hue ;
Now indignation checks the feeble sigh,
Or flashes through the tear that glistens in mine eye.

Is this the land of song-ennobled line?

But that Despair and Indignation rose, Is this the land, where Genius ne'er in vain And told again the story of thy woes ; Pour'd forth his lofty strain ?

Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart; Ah me! yei Spenser, gentlest bard divine, The dread dependence on the low-born mind; Beneath chill Disappointment's shade

Told every pang, with which thy soul must smart, Hs weary limbs in lonely anguish haid.

Neglect, and grinning Scorn, and Want combined ! And o'er her darling dead

Recoiling quick, thou bad'st the friend of pain Pity hopeless hurg her head,

Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing While “ 'mid the pelting of that merciless storm,"

vein! Sink to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form!

Ye woods! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep, Sublime of thought, and confident of fame, To Fancy's ear sweet is your murmuring deep! From vales where Avon winds, the Minstrel* came. For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave,

Light-hearted youth! aye, as he basles along, Watching, with wistful eye, the saddening tints of eve
He meditates the future song,

Here, far from men, amid this pathless grove, llow dauntless Ælla fray'd the Dacian foe;

In solemn thought the Minstrel wont to rove,
And while the numbers Nowing strong

Like star-beam on the slow sequester'd tide
In eddies whirl, in surges throng,

Lone-glittering, through the high tree branching wide Exulting in the spirits' genial throe,

And here, in Inspiration's eager hour, In tides of power his life-blood seems to flow.

When most the big soul feels the mastering power,

These wilds, these caverns roaming v'er,

Round which the screaming sea-gul's soar, And now his cheeks with deeper ardors flame,

With wild unequal steps he pass'd along, His eyes have glorious meanings, that declare

Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : More than the light of outward day shines there,

Anon, upon some rough rock's fearful brow A holier triumph and a sterner aim!

Would pause abrupland gaze upon the waves Wings grow within him; and he soars above

below. Or Bard's, or Minstrel's lay of war or love. Friend to the friendless, to the Sufferer health, He hears the widow's prayer, the good man's praise ; Who would have praised and loved thee, ere to

Poor Chatterton! he sorrows for thy fate To scenes of bliss transmutes his fancied wealth,

late. And young and old shall now see happy days.

Poor Chatterton! farewell! of darkest hues
On many a waste he bids trim gardens rise,
Gives the blue sky to many a prisoner's eyes;

This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped lomb;
And now in wrath he grasps the patriot steel,

But dare no longer on the sad theme muse, And her own iron rod he makes Oppression feel.

Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom:

For oh! big gall-drops, shook from Folly's wing,

Have blacken'd the fair promise of my spring; Sweet Flower of Hope! free Nature's genial child! And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart 'That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom, The last pale Hope that shiver'd at my heart! Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smiled ;

Hence, gloomy thoughts! no more my soul shah From the hard world brief respite could they win

dwell
The frost nipp'd sharp without, the canker prey'd |On joys that were ! No more endure to weigh
within!

The shame and anguish of the evil day,
Ah' where are fled the charms of vernal Grace,
Au Joy's wild glearns that lighten'd o'er thy face? Sublime of Hope I seek the cotinged dell,

Wisely forgetful! O'er the ocean swell
Youth of tumultuous soul, and haggard eye! Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray
Thy wasted form, thy hurried steps, I view,
On thy wan forehead starts the leihal dew,

And, dancing to the moon-light roundelay.

The wizard Passions weave a holy spell! And oh! the anguish of that shuddering sigh!

O Chatterton! that thou wert yet alive! Such were the struggles of the gloomy hour,

Sure thou wouldst spread the canvas to the gale
When Care, of wilher'd brow,

And love with us the tinkling seam to drive
Prepar'd the poison's death-cold power:

O'er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale;
Already to thy lips was raised the bowl,

And we, at sober eve, would round thee throng,
When near thee stood Affection meek
(Her bosom bare, and wildly pale her cheek.) And greet with smiles the young-eyed Poesy

Hanging, enraptured, on thy stately song!
Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll
On scenes that well might melt thy soul ;

All defily mask'd, as hoar Antiquity.
Thy native coi she flash'd upon thy view,
Chy native col, where still, at close of day,

Alas vain Phantasies! the fleeting brood - Eace smiling sate, and listen'd to thy lay ;

Of Woe self-solaced in her dreamy mood ! Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear,

Yet will I love to follow the sweet dreari, And mark thy Mother's thrilling tear;

Where Susquehannah pours his untamed stream
See, see her breast's convulsive throe,

And on some hill, whose forest-frowuing side
Her silent agony of woe!

Waves o’er the murmurs of his calmer tido
Ah! dash the poison'd chalice from thy hand !

Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee, And thou hadst dash'd it, at her soft command,

Sweet Harper of time-shrouded Minstrelsy!

And there, soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind, * Aros, a river near Bristol; the birth-place of Chatterton. Muse on the sore ills I had left behind

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