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'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try
Curst road! whose execrable way
lay, (When the sad fiends thro? Hell's
sulphureous roads Took the first survey of their new
abodes; Or when the fall’n Archangel fierce Dared through the realms of Night to
pierce, What time the Bloodhound lured by
Human scent Thro' all Confusion's quagmires flounder
ing went. Nor cheering pipe, nor Bird's shrill note Around thy dreary paths shall float; Their boding songs shall scritch-owls pour To fright the guilty shepherds sore, Led by the wandering fires astray Thro' the dank horrors of thy way! While they their mud-lost sandals hunt May all the curses, which they grunt In raging moan like goaded hog, Alight upon thee, damned Bog!
SWEET Muse! companion of my every
hour! Voice of my Joy! Sure soother of the
sigh! Now plume thy pinions, now exert each
power, And fly to him who owns the candid eye.
The indignant Bard composed this
furious ode, As tired he dragg'd his way thro' Plimtree
road ! Crusted with filth and stuck in mire Dull sounds the Bard's bemudded
lyre; Nathless Revenge and Ire the Poet
goad To pour his imprecations on the road.
HENCE, soul-dissolving Harmony
That lead'st th' oblivious soul astrayThough thou sphere-descended be
Hence away !
Thou mightier Goddess, thou demand'st
my lay, Born when earth was seized with
Compell’d their beings to enshrine
in the deep,
yell Seized on the ear with horrible ob
trusion ;Then if aright old legendaries tell, Wert thou begot by Discord on Con
Yet here her pensive ghost delights
to stay ; Oft pouring on the winds the broken
layAnd hark, I hear her—'twas the passing
blast. I love to sit upon her tomb's dark grass, Then Memory backward rolls Time's
shadowy tide; The tales of other days before me
glide : With eager thought I seize them as they
pass ; For fair, tho' faint, the forms of Memory
gleam, Like Heaven's bright beauteous bow reflected in the stream.
TO THE EVENING STAR
What though no name's sonorous power
Sable clerk of Tiverton.
O MEEK attendant of Sol's setting blaze,
grow. O first and fairest of the starry choir, O loveliest 'mid the daughters of the
Pure joy and calm Delight?
E'en till she quit this scene of earthly
ANNA AND HARLAND
WITHIN these wilds was Anna wont to Then Hope perchance might sondly sigh
to join While Harland told his love in many Her spirit in thy kindred orb, O star a sigh,
1 1790. But stern Harland rolled her brother's eye,
PAIN They fought, they fell- her brother and her love!
ONCE could the Morn's first beams, the
healthful breeze, To Death's dark house did grief-worn All Nature charm, and gay was every Anna haste,
ON A LADY WEEPING— MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE
But ah! not Music's self, nor fragrant Nodding their heads in all the pomp bower
of woe : Can glad the trembling sense of wan Wide scatter round each deadly weed, disease.
And let the melancholy dirge complain, Now that the frequent pangs my frame (Whilst bats shall shriek and dogs shall assail,
howling run) Now that my sleepless eyes are sunk and His tea-kettle is spoilt and Coleridge dim,
is undone ! And seas of pain seem waving through each limb
Your cheerful song, ye unseen crickets, | Ah what can all Life's gilded scenes avail?)
cease! I view the crowd, whom youth and health
Let songs of grief your alter'd minds inspire,
engage ! Hear the loud laugh, and catch the For he who sang responsive to your sportive lay,
lay, Then sigh and think I too could laugh What time the joyous bubbles 'gan to and play
play, And gaily sport it on the Muse's lyre, The sooty swain has felt the fire's fierce Ere Tyrant Pain had chased away delight,
rage ;Ere the wild pulse throbb’d anguish thro' Yes, he is gone, and all my woes the night!
I heard the water hissing from the ON A LADY WEEPING
No more the Tea shall throw its fragrant IMITATION FROM THE LATIN OF
steam around ! NICOLAUS ARCHIUS
O Goddess best beloved ! Delightful LOVELY gems of radiance meek
With whom compar'd what yields the
madd’ning Wine ? Thro' the meads' enameli'd pride, Pledges sweet of pious woe,
Sweet power ! that know'st to spread
the calm delight, Tears which Friendship taught to flow,
And the pure joy prolong to midmost Sparkling in yon humid light Love embathes his pinions bright :
Ah! must I all thy various charms There amid the glitt’ring show'r
resign? As some winged Warbler oft
Enfolded close in grief thy form I see When spring-clouds shed their treasures
No more wilt thou expand thy willing soft
arms, Joyous tricks his plumes anew,
Receive the fervent Jove, and yield him And flutters in the fost’ring dew. MS.
all thy charms !
How low the mighty sink by Fate MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE
opprest ! Muse that late sang another's poignant Perhaps, O Kettle ! thou by scornful pain,
toe To griess domestic turn thy coal-black Rude urg'd t'ignoble place with plaintsteed !
ive din, In slowest steps the funeral steeds May'st rust obscure midst heaps of
vulgar tin ;
As if no joy had ever chear’d my My woes, my joys unshared! Ah! long
breast When from thy spout the stream did On me thy icy dart, stern Death, be arching flow,-
proved ;As if, inspir'd, thou ne'er hadst known Better to die, than live and not be loved ! t' inspire
1790. All the warm raptures of poetic fire !
ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECBut hark! or do I fancy Georgian
TIONATELY WELCOMED BY voice
A SISTER •What tho its form did wondrous charms disclose
I too a sister had ! too cruel Death ! (Not such did Memnon's sister sable
How sad remembrance bids my bosom
heave! drest) Take these bright arms with royal
Tranquil her soul, as sleeping Infant's face imprest,
Meek were her manners as a vernal A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice, And with Oblivion's wing o'erspread
Eve. thy woes !'
Knowledge, that frequent lifts the
bloated mind, Thus Fairy Hope can soothe distress and toil ;
Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast,
And Wit to venom'd Malice oft On empty Trivets she bids fancied Kettles boil !
assign’d, Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest. Cease, busy Memory ! cease to urge
the dart ; ON RECEIVING* AN ACCOUNT Nor on my soul her love to THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S
impress! DEATH WAS INEVITABLE
For oh I mourn in anguish-and my
heart The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate
Feels the keen pang, th' unutterable
distress. scarce dry
Yet wherefore grieve I that her sorrows Pain after pain, and woe succeeding
For Life was misery, and the Grave is Is my heart destined for another blow ?
? 1742. O my sweet sister ! and must thou too
die ? Ah! how has Disappointment pour'd A MATHEMATICAL PROBLEM
the tear O'er infant Hope destroy'd by early frost ! If Pegasus will let thee only ride him, How are ye gone, whom most my soul
Spurning my clumsy efforts to o'erstride him, held dear!
Some fresh expedient the Muse will try,
And walk on stilts, although she cannot fly. Scarce had I loved you ere I mourn'd you lost;
TO THE REV. GEORGE COLERIDGE Say, is this hollow eye, this heartless pain,
DEAR BROTHER, Fated to rove thro' Life's wide cheerless I have often been surprised that plain
Mathematics, the quintessence of Truth, Nor father, brother, sister meet its ken- | should have found admirers so few and
so languid. Frequent consideration and minute scrutiny have at length unravelled From the centre A. at the distance A. B. the cause ; viz. that though Reason is Describe the circle B. C. D. feasted, Imagination is starved ; whilst At the distance B. A. from B. the centre Reason is luxuriating in its proper Para- The round A. C. E. to describe boldly dise, Imagination is wearily travelling on
venture. a dreary desert. To assist Reason by
(Third postulate see.) the stimulus of Imagination is the design And from the point C. of the following production. In the In which the circles make a pother execution of it much may be objection- Cutting and slashing one another, able. The verse (particularly in the Bid the straight lines a journeying introduction of the ode) may be accused
go. of unwarrantable liberties, but they are C. A. C. B. those lines will show. liberties equally homogeneal with the To the points, which by A. B. are exactness of Mathematical disquisition,
reckon'd, and the boldness of Pindaric daring. I And postulate the second have three strong champions to defend For Authority ye know. me against the attacks of Criticism : the
A. B. C. Novelty, the Difficulty, and the Utility
Triumphant shall be of the work. I may justly plume myself An Equilateral Triangle, that I first have drawn the nymph Not Peter Pindar carp, nor Zoilus can Mathesis from the visionary caves of
wrangle. abstracted idea, and caused her to unite with Harmony. The first-born of this Union I now present to you ; with inter- Because the point A. is the centre ested motives indeed—as I expect to
Of the circular B. C. D. receive in return the more valuable off- And because the point B. is the centre spring of your Muse.
Of the circular A. C. E.
A. C. to A. B. and B. C. to B. A. (Christ's HOSPITAL), March 31, 1791.
S. T. C. Harmoniously equal for ever must stay ;
Then C. A. and B, C.
Both extend the kind hand
To the basis, A. B. first.
Unambitiously join'd in Equality's
But to the same powers, when two powers On a given finite line
are equal, Which must no way incline ;
My mind forbodes the sequel ; To describe an equi
My mind does some celestial impulse -lateral Tri
And equalises each to each.
Thus C. A. with B. C. strikes the same
sure alliance, Which must no way incline ;
That C. A. and B. C. had with A. B. The great Mathematician
And in mutual affiance
None attempting to soar - lateral Tri
The unanimous three
C. A. and B, C. and A. B.