Aghast he scours before the tempest's sweep, Dear native brook!1 like peace, so placidly meek! Dear native brook! where first young Poesy Stared wildly eager in her noontide dream! Where blameless pleasures dimple Quiet's cheek, As water-lilies ripple thy slow stream! Dear native haunts! where Virtue still is gay, Where Friendship's fix'd star sheds a mellow'd ray, Where Love a crown of thornless roses wears, No more shall deck your pensive pleasures sweet 1 Dear native brook.] Compare the Sonnet to The River Otter, in "Sibylline Leaves." 2 Smiles, &c.] The same ideas, almost the same words, occur in the little poem, Domestic Peace; where "Sorrow smiling through her tears is certainly a great improvement upon the line in this place. With wreaths of sober hue my evening seat. Yet sweet to fancy's ear the warbled song, among. Scenes of my hope! the aching eye ye leave, Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve! Tearful, and saddening with the sadden'd blaze, Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend, Till chill and damp the moonless night descend. THE SIGH. ZHEN Youth his faery reign began, And all the lovely prospect smiled; And when, along the waves of woe, Then, shipwreck'd on life's stormy sea, But soon Reflection's power imprest And though in distant climes to roam,1 June, 1794. 1 1 To roam.] As in the Monody on the Death of Chatterton, "Where Susquehana pours his untamed stream." 2 Still.] Compare "Absence," and for notes of Mary Evans, with whom Coleridge was in love at Christ's Hospital, see “Introduction," § 1. In June, 1794, he accidentally saw Mary Evans, from whom he had long been parted; she passed the window of an inn at Wrexham, where he was staying. LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S ARMS, ROSS, FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE MAN OF ROSS.* R ICHER than miser o'er his countless hoards, Nobler than kings, or king-polluted lords, Here dwelt the Man of Ross! O traveller, hear! Departed merit claims a reverent tear. Friend' to the friendless, to the sick man health, With generous joy he view'd his modest wealth; He heard the widow's heaven-breathed prayer of praise, He mark'd the shelter'd orphan's tearful gaze,2 Or where the sorrow-shrivell'd captive lay, Pour'd the bright blaze of freedom's noon-tide ray. * Written during a pedestrian tour in Wales, in July, 1794. "The King's Arms," as Coleridge observes in a letter, July 22, 1794-was once the house of Mr. Kyle, the celebrated man of Ross." 66 1 Friend, &c.] See Monody on the Death of Chatterton. 2 Gaze.] Cottle was instructed to add here,— "And o'er the portion'd maiden's snowy cheek and to alter the next line but two to "If near this roof thy wine-cheer'd moments pass." The alterations "came too late for admission." Beneath this roof if thy cheer'd moments pass, Thou journeyest onward tempest-toss'd in thought; 1 Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt, And dream of goodness thou hast never felt! LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE. NCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near, I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours, With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers (Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn) My languid hand shall wreathe thy mossy urn. For not through pathless grove with murmur rude Thou soothest the sad wood-nymph, Solitude; Thought.] Coleridge, when he wrote these lines, had been discharged only a few weeks from the 15th Light Dragoons. |