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LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN EDUCATION
But from his mantle's fold, and near the
IN MISS E. TREVENEN'S heart, Peers Ovid's Holy Book of Love's sweet
ALBUM smart !1
VERSE, pictures, music, thoughts both O all-enjoying and all-blending sage,
grave and gay, Long be it mine to con thy mazy page,
Remembrances of dear - loved friends Where, half conceal'd, the eye of fancy
On spotless page of virgin white disFauns, nymphs, and winged saints, all
played, gracious to thy muse!
Such should thine Album be, for such
art thou, sweet maid ! Still in thy garden let me watch their
pranks, And see in Dian's vest between the ranks
LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE Of the trim vines, some maid that half
IN EDUCATION believes The vestal fires, of which her lover O'Er wayward childhood would'st thou grieves,
hold firm rule, With that sly satyr peeping through the And sun thee in the light of happy faces; leaves !
be thy graces,
And in thine own heart let them first SONG, ex improviso
For as old Atlas on his broad neck places ON HEARING A SONG IN PRAISE OF A Ileaven's starry globe, and there sustains LADY'S BEAUTY
it ;-SO 'Tis not the lily-brow I prize,
Do these upbear the little world below Nor roseate cheeks, nor sunny eyes,
Of Education, - Patience, Love, and
Hope. Enough of lilies and of roses !
Methinks, I see them group'd in seemly A thousand-fold more dear to me
show, The gentle look that Love discloses, -The look that Love alone can see!
The straiten’d arms upraised, the palms
aslope, Keepsake, 1830.
And robes that touching as adown they
flow, 1 I know few more striking or more interesting Distinctly blend, like snow emboss'd in proofs of the overwhelming influence which the study of the Greek and Roman classics exercised
snow. on the judgments, feelings, and imaginations of the literati of Europe at the commencement of O part them never! If Hope prostrate lie, the restoration of literature, than the passage in
Love too will sink and die. the Filocopo of Boccaccio : where the sage in
But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive structor, Racheo, as soon as the young prince From her own life that Hope is yet alive; and the beautiful girl Biancofiore had learned their letters, sets them to study the Holy Book, And bending o’er, with soul-transfusing Ovid's Art of Love. 'Incominciò Racheo a
eyes, mettere il suo officio in esecuzione con intera And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, sollecitudine. E loro, in breve tempo, insegnato Wooes back the fleeting spirit, and half a conoscer le lettere, fece leggere il santo libro
supplies ;d'Ovvidio, nel quale il sommo poeta mostra, come i santi fuochi di Venere si debbano ne' freddi
Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope cuori accendere.'
first gave to Love.
She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maidBut yet Love's own twin-sister she
His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied :
What then ? they only mean Their mistress has lain down to sleep, And can't just then be seen.
CHILD of my muse! in Barbour's gentle
hand Go cross the main: thou seek'st no
foreign land: 'Tis not the clod beneath our feet we name Our country. Each heaven-sanctioned
tie the same, Laws, manners, language, faith, ancestral
blood, Domestic honour, awe of womanhood: With kindling pride thou wilt rejoice to
see Britain with elbow-room and doubly free! Go seek thy countrymen ! and if one scar Still linger of that fratricidal war, Look to the maid who brings thee from
afar; Be thou the olive-leaf and she the dove, And say I greet thee with a brother's love!
S. T. COLERIDGE. GROVE, HIGHGATE, August 1829.
PHANTOM OR FACT
A DIALOGUE IN VERSE
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
A LOVELY form there sate beside my
bed, And such a feeding calm its presence
shed, A tender love so pure from earthly
leaven, That I unnethe the fancy might control, 'Twas my own spirit newly come from
heaven, Wooing its gentle way into my soul ! But ah! the change--- It had not stirr'd,
and yet Alas! that change how fain would I
forget! That shrinking back, like one that had
mistook! That weary, wandering, disavowing look!
Her attachment may differ from yours
in degree, Provided they are both of one kind; But Friendship how tender so ever it be Gives no accord to Love, however re
'Twas all another, feature, look, and What is there in thee, Man, that can be frame,
known? And still, methought, I knew, it was the Dark fluxion, all unfixable by thought, same!
A phantom dim of past and future
Vain sister of the worm,-lise, death, This riddling tale, to what does it be
Ignore thyself, and strive to know thy Is't history? vision? or an idle song ?
1832. Or rather say at once, within what
space Of time this wild disastrous change took
Beareth all things.—2 Cor. xiii. 7.
GENTLY I took that which ungently Call it a moment's work and such it
And without scorn forgave :-Do thou This tale's a fragment from the life of
the same. dreams;
A wrong done to thee think a cat's-eye But say, that years matur'd the silent spark strife,
Thou wouldst not see, were not thine And 'tis a record from the dream of life.
own heart dark. ? 1830.
Thine own keen sense of wrong that
thirsts for sin,
Fear that-the spark self-kindled from HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF
Which blown upon will blind thee with
its glare, Frail creatures are we all! To be the Or smother'd stifle thee with noisome air. best,
Clap on the extinguisher, pull up the Is but the fewest faults to have :
blinds, Look thou then to thyself, and leave the And soon the ventilated spirit finds rest
Its natural daylight. If a foe have To God, thy conscience, and the
Or worse than foe, an alienated friend,
Think it God's message, and in humble
With heart of oak replace it ;-thine the -E coelo descendit yvôol geavtóv.
gainsJUVENAL, xi. 27.
Give him the rotten timber for his pains ! TvwOi geavtóv and is this the prime
1832. And heaven-sprung adage of the olden time !
LOVE'S APPARITION AND Say, canst thou make thyself?--Learn first that trade ;
EVANISHMENT Ilaply thou mayst know what thyself had made.
AN ALLEGORIC ROMANCE What hast thou, Man, that thou dar'st LIKE a lone Arab, old and blind, call thine own ?
Some caravan had left behind,
Who sits beside a ruin'd well,
Lady. If Love be dead-
Poet. And I aver it! aslant,
Lady. Tell me, Bard! where Love And listens for a human sound in
lies buried ? vain !
Poet. Love lies buried where 'twas born: And now the aid, which Heaven alone Oh, gentle dame! think it no scorn can grant,
If, in my fancy, I presume Upturns his eyeless face from Heaven to
To call thy bosom poor Love's Tomb. gain ;
And on that tomb to read the line :Even thus, in vacant mood, one sultry · Here lies a Love that once seemd hour,
mine, Resting my eye upon a drooping But took a chill, as I divine, plant,
And died at length of a Decline.' With brow low-bent, within my garden
1833. bower, I sate upon the couch of camomile ; And -- whether 'twas a transient sleep,
TO THE YOUNG ARTIST perchance, Flitted across the idle brain, the while
KAYSER OF KASERWERTH I watch'd the sickly calm with aimless scope,
KAYSER ! to whom, as to a second In my own heart; or that, indeed a
Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Turn'd my eye inward--thee, O genial
Hight Genius, hath dispensed the happy Love's elder sister ! thee did I behold,
skill Drest as a bridesmaid, but all pale and To cheer or soothe the parting friend's cold,
Alas !' With roseless cheek, all pale and cold | Turning the blank scroll to a magic and dim,
glass, Lie lifeless at my feet !
That makes the absent present at our And then came Love, a sylph in bridal trim,
And to the shadowing of thy pencil And stood beside my seat;
gives She bent, and kiss'd her sister's lips, Such seeming substance, that it almost As she was wont to do ;
Poet's face !
A more delightful portrait left behind In vain we supplicate the Powers above ; | Even thy own youthful beauty, and artThere is no resurrection for the Love That, nursed in tenderest care, yet fades | Thy natural gladness and eyes bright
with glee ! In the chill'd heart by gradual self
Kayser ! farewell !
MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH-DAY
TESTAMENTARIUM God's child in Christ adopted,-Christ my all,
Το του "ΕΣΤΗΣΕ του επιθανούς Epitaphium What that earth boasts were not lost
testamentarium αυτόγραφον. . cheaply, rather Than forfeit that blest name, by which I Quæ linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut call
vix sunt mea. Sordes The Holy One, the Almighty God, my
Do Morti : reddo cætera, Christe! tibi. Father?
1826. Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in
Stor, Christian passer-by !-Stop, child In Christ I live! in Christ I draw the
of God, breath
And read with gentle breast. Beneath of the true life !--Let then earth, sea,
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd Make war against me! On my front I
0, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.; Their mighty master's seal. In vain they That he who many a year with toil of try
breath To end my lise, that can but end its Found death in life, may here find life in woe.
death! Is that a death-bed where a Christian Mercy for praise-to be forgiven for fame lies?
He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Yes! but not his-'tis Death itself there
Do thou the same! dies.
9th November 1833.