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Elate of Heart and confident of Such was the sad and gloomy hour
When anguish'd care of sullen brow From vales where Avon sports, the Prepared the Poison's death-cold power. Minstrel came,
Already to thy lips was rais'd the bowl, Gay as the Poet hastes along When filial Pity stood thee by,
He meclitates the future song, Thy fixed eyes she bade thee roll бо How Ælla battled with his country's On scenes that well might melt thy foes,
soulAnd whilst Fancy in the air
Thy native cot she held to view, Paints him many a vision fair 30 Thy native cot, where Peace ere long His eyes dance rapture and his bosom llad listen'd to thy evening song ; glows.
Thy sister's shrieks she bade thee hear, With generous joy he views th’ ideal | And mark thy mother's thrilling tear, gold:
She made thee feel her deep - drawn He listens to many a Widow's prayers,
sigh, And many an Orphan’s thanks he And all her silent agony of Woe.
hears; He soothes to peace the care-worn And from thy Fate shall such distress breast,
ensue? He bids the Debtor's eyes know Ah ! dash the poison’d chalice from thy rest,
70 And Liberty and Bliss behold : And thou had'st dash'd it at her soft And now he punishes the heart of steel,
command; And her own iron rod he makes Op- | But that Despair and Indignation rose, pression feel.
And told again the story of thy Woes,
Told the keen insult of th' unfeeling Fated to heave sad Disappointment's
40 The dread dependence on the low-born To feel the Hope now rais'd, and now
Told every Woe, for which thy breast To feel the burnings of an injur'd
might smart, breast,
Neglect and grinning scorn and Want From all thy Fate's deep sorrow keen
combin'd In vain, O Youth, I turn th' affrighted Recoiling back, thou sent'st the eye ;
friend of Pain For powerful Fancy evernigh
To roll a tide of Death thro' every freezThe hateful picture forces on my sight.
ing vein. There, Death of every dear delight, Frowns Poverty of Giant mien !
O Spirit blest !
80 In vain I seek the charms of youthful Whether th' eternal Throne around, grace,
Amidst the blaze of Cherubim, Thy sunken eye, thy haggard cheeks it Thou pourest forth the grateful shews,
[main, The quick emotions struggling in the Or, soaring through the blest DoFace
Enraptur’st Angels with thy strain, Faint index of thy mental Throes,
Grant me, like thee, the lyre to When each strong Passion spurn'd con
Like thee, with fire divine to glowAnd not a Friend was nigh to calm thy But ah! when rage the Waves of stormy soul.
Curst road! whose execrable way
sulphureous roads Took the first survey of their new
abodes; Or when the fallin Archangel fierce Dared through the realms of Night to
pierce, What time the Bloodhound lured by
Iluman scent Thro' all Confusion's quagmires flounder
'Tis hard on Bagshot Ileath to try
Nor cheering pipe, nor Bird's shrill note
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.
And if a smile of Praise thy labour hail (Well shall thy labours then my mind
employ) Fly fleetly back, sweet Muse! and with the tale
[Joy! O’erspread my Features with a flush of AIS.
THE indignant Bard composed this
furious ode, As tired he dragg'd his way thro' Plimtree
• road !
goad To pour his imprecations on the road.
IIENCE, soul-clissolving Harmony
That lead'st th’ oblivious soul astrayThough thou sphere-descended be
Thou mightier Goddess, thou demand'st
my lay, Born when earth was seized with
Compell’d their beings to enshrine
in the deep, And hog and devil mingling grunt and
Yet here her pensive ghiost 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.
Seized on the ear with horrible ob
Then if aright old legendaries tell,
TO THE EVENING STAR
What though no name's sonorous power
Sable clerk of Tiverton.
throat ; 'Tis thou who pour'st the scritch-owl
note ! Transported hear’st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall, And while old Otter's steeple rings, Clappest hoarse thy raven wings !
O MEEK attendant of Sol's setting blaze, I hail, sweet star, thy chaste effulgent
glow; On thee full oft with fixed eye I gaze Till I, methinks, all spirit seem to
grow. () first and fairest of the starry choir, O loveliest 'mid the daughters of the
night, Must not the maid I love like thee inspire
Pure joy and calm Delight? Must she not be, as is thy placid sphere Serenely brilliant ? Whilst to gaze a
while Be all my wish 'mid Fancy's high career
E’en till she quit this scene of earthly
ANNA AND IIARLAND
WITHIN these wilds was Anna wont to
rove While Harland told his love in many
a sigh, But stern Harland rolled her
brother's eye, They fought, they fell—her brother and
Then Hope perchance might fondly sigh
to join Her spirit in thy kindred orb, O star benign !
To Death's dark house did grief-worn
ONCE could the Morn's first beams, the
healthful breeze, All Nature charm, and gay was every
ON A LADY WEEPING-MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE
Nodding their heads in all the pomp
of woe : Wide scatter round each deadly weed, And let the melancholy dirge complain, (Whilst bats shall shriek and dogs shall
howling run) His tea-kettle is spoilt and Coleridge
is undone !
But ah! not Music's self, nor fragrant
bower Can glad the trembling sense of wan
disease. Now that the frequent pangs my frame
assail, Now that my sleepless eyes are sunk and
dim, And seas of pain seem waving through
each limbAh what can all Life's gilded scenes avail? I view the crowd, whom youth and health
inspire, Hear the loud laugh, and catch the
sportive lay, Then sigh and think I too could laugh
and play And gaily sport it on the Muse's lyre, Ere Tyrant Pain had chased away delight, Ere the wild pulse throbb’d anguish thro'
Your cheerful song, ye unseen crickets,
cease ! Let songs of grief your alter'd minds
engage ! For he who sang responsive to your
lay, What time the joyous bubbles 'gan to
play, The sooty swain has felt the fire's fierce
rage ;Yes, he is gone, and all my woes
increase ; I heard the water hissing from the
woundNo more the Tea shall throw its fragrant
steam around !
ON A LADY WEEPING
IMITATION FROM THE LATIN OF
LOVELY gems of radiance meek
O Goddess best beloved ! Delightful
madd’ning Wine ?
the calm delight, And the pure joy prolong to midmost
night! Ah ! must I all thy various charms
resign? Enfolded close in grief thy form I see No more wilt thou expand thy willing
arms, Receive the fervent Jove, and yield him
all thy charms !
MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE
Muse that late sang another's poignant
pain, To griefs domestic turn thy coal-black
steed ! In slowest steps the funeral steeds
How low the mighty sink by Fate
opprest ! Perhaps, O Kettle ! thou by scornful
toe Rude urg'd t'ignoble place with plaint
ive din, 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
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 !
How sad remembrance bids my bosom (Not such did Memnon's sister sable
heave! drest) Take these bright arms with royal
Tranquil her soul, as sleeping Infant's
breath ; face imprest,
Meek were her manners as a vernal A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice,
Eve. And with Oblivion's wing o'erspread thy woes!'
Knowledge, that frequent lifts the
Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast,
venom'd Malice oft On empty Trivets she bids fancied Kettles boil !
Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest.
the dart; ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT Nor on my soul her love to me THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S
For oh I mourn in anguish—and my DEATH WAS INEVITABLE
Feels the keen pang, th' unutterable The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate
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?
? 1792. 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
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
you lost :