forth unmirthful, inornate, and unper

Here's to Mæcenas and the other fumed truths reaches to a thousand

worthies ; years with her voice through the power Rich men of England ! would ye be of God.'

immortal? ? 1816.

Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise 86

to Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the

Gillman Jacobus ; way,

Gillman Jacobus, he of Merchant Taylors', And wiser men than I went worse astray.

Minor ætate, ingenio at stupendus, MSS.'

1817 Sapphic, Heroic, Elegiac, --what a Motto to Essay II., The Friend, 1818, ii. 37 ;

Versificator! 1850, ii. 27.

Essays on his own Times, 1850, p. 987.


(Nubes, 316, etc.)

WHERE true Love burns, Desire is Love's For the ancients too . . . had their glittering

pure flame; VAPORS, that (as the comic poet tells us) fed a

It is the reflex of our earthly frame, host of sophists.

That takes its meaning from the nobler GREAT goddesses are they to lazy folks,

part, Who pour down on us gifts of fluent

And but translates the language of the

heart. speech,

1824. Sense most sententious, wonderful fine


And how to talk about it and about it,
Thoughts brisk as bees, and pathos soft

But you, honored Irving, are as little disposed and thawy.

1817. as myself to favor such doctrine ! [as that of The Friend, 1818, iii. 179; 1850, iii. 138. Mant and D'Oyley on Infant Baptism).

FRIEND pure of heart and fervent ! we 88


A different lore! We may not thus

profane (Written for James Gillman Junr. as a School The Idea and Name of Him whose Exercise, for Merchant Taylors', c. 1822-23.)

Absolute Will HERE'S Jem's first of nonsense

Is Reason--Truth Supreme !- Essential copy

Order ! verses,

1825. All in the antique style of Mistress

Aids to Reflection, 1825, p. 373.

[Note the adoption of the opening Latin just like Horace the tuneful

the tuneful phrases from The Nightingale : a ConRoman,

versation Poem.-ED.] Sapph's imitator : But we Bards, we classical Lyric Poets,

91 Know a thing or two in a scurvy Planet : CALL the World Spider ; and at fancy's Don't we, now ? Eh? Brother Horatius

touch Flaccus,

Thought becomes image and I see it Tip us your paw, Lad:

such :

With viscous masonry of films and

threads Tough as the nets in Indian forests found, It blends the wallers' and the weavers'

trade, And soon the tent-like hangings touch

the ground, A dusky chamber that excludes the

dayBut leave the prelude and resume the

lay. MS.

Feb. 1825.

II.-Association by Contrast PHIDIAS changed marble into feet and

legs. Disease! vile anti-Phidias ! thou, i'

fegs! Hast turned my live limbs into marble



SAYS Luther in his Table Talk (London, 1652, p. 370) :-“The devils are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark pooly places, ready to hurt and prejudice people,' etc.—against which on the margin writes S. T. C.

III.-- Association by Time

SIMPLICIUS SNIPKIN loquitur I TOUCH this scar upon my skull behind, And instantly there rises in my mind Napoleon's mighty hosts from Moscow

lost, Driven forth to perish in the fangs of

Frost. For in that self-same month, and self

same day, Down Skinner Street I took my hasty

wayMischief and Frost had set the boys at

play; I stept upon a slide-oh! treacherous

tread !Fell smash with bottom bruised, and

brake my head ! Thus Time's co-presence links the great

and small, Napoleon's overthrow, and Snipkin's fall.

? 1830.

The angel's like a flea,
The devil is a bore ;-'
No matter for that, quoth S. T. C.,
I love him the better therefore.

Yes ! heroic Swan, I love thee even when thou gobblest like a goose ; for thy geese helped to save the Capitol. Remains, iv. 52.




94 FINALLY, what is Reason? You have often asked me; and this is my answer :

[Written in pencil on the blank leaf of a book of lectures delivered at the London University, in which the Hartleyan doctrine of association was assumed as a true basis.'—Fraser's Magazine, Jan. 1835, Art. 'Coleridgeiana.')

I.-By Likeness FOND, peevish, wedded pair ! why all

this rant ? O guard your tempers ! hedge your

tongues about ! This empty head should warn you on that

pointThe teeth were quarrelsome, and so fell out.

S. T. C.

Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt

God and thee, Defecates to a pure transparency, That intercepts no light and adds no

stainThere Reason is, and then begins her

reign ! But, alas!

tu stesso ti fai grosso Col falso immaginar, sì che non vedi Ciò che vedresti, se l'avessi scosso.

DANTE, Paradiso, Canto i.

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96 THERE are two births, the one when

Light First strikes the new-awaken'd senseThe other when two souls unite, And we must count our life from then. When you lov'd me, and I lov'd you, Then both of us were born anew. MS.

97 This yearning heart (Love ! witness what

I say) Enshrines thy form as purely as it may, Round which, as to some spirit uttering

bliss, My thoughts all stand ministrant night

and day Like saintly Priests, that dare not think

amiss. MS.

I STAND alone, nor tho' my heart should

break, Have I, to whom I may complain or

speak. Here I stand, a hopeless man and sad, Who hoped to have seen my Love, my

Life. And strange it were indeed, could I be

glad Remembering her, my soul's betrothed

wife. For in this world no creature that has

life Was e'er to me so gracious and so good. Her loss to my Heart, like the Heart's

blood. MS. on fly - leaf of Menzini's Poesie, 1782, vol. ii.



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What never is but only is to be,

This is not LIFEO Hopeless Hope, and Death's Hypo

crisyAnd with perpetual promise · breaks its

promises. MS.




CHARITY IN THOUGHT [First printed in Fraser's Magazine for January To praise men as good, and to take 1835. Art. 'Coleridgeiana.')

them for such, THOUGH friendships differ endless in

Is a grace which no soul can mete degree,

out to a tittle ; The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to Of which he who has not a little too three.

much, Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance

Will by Charity's gauge surely have

much too little. But for Inquaintance I know only twoThe friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo !

105 MY DEAR GILLMAN — The ground

PROFUSE KINDNESS and matériel of this division of one's friends into ai, con and inquaintance, Νήπιοι ουκ ίσασιν όσω πλέον ήμισυ πάντος. was given by Hartley Coleridge when he

HESIOD. was scarcely five years old (1801). On | What a spring-tide of Love to dear some one asking him if Anny Sealey (a

friends in a shoal ! little girl he went to school with) was an Half of it to one were worth double the acquaintance of his, he replied, very

whole ! fervently pressing his right hand on his

This and the preceding first printed in the heart, No, she is an inquaintance !' | Poetical, etc., Works, 1834. · Well ! 'tis a father's tale'; and the recollection soothes your old friend and inquaintance, S. T. COLERIDGE.


And this is your peculiar art, I know ; 103

Others may do like actions, but not so. I [S. T. C.] find the following lines The Agents alter Things, and that which among my papers, in my own writing,

flows but whether an unfinished fragment, or a Powerful from these, comes weaker far contribution to some friend's production,

from those. I know not :

What boots to tell how o'er his grave
She wept, that would have died to save;

107 Little they know the heart, who deem

Each crime that once estranges from the Her sorrow but an infant's dream

virtues Of transient love begotten;

Doth make the memory of their feature A passing gale, that as it blows

daily Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose

More dim and vague, till each coars That dies and is forgotten.

counterfeit O Woman ! nurse of hopes and fears, Can have the passport to our confidence All lovely in thy spring of years,

Sign'd by ourselves. And fitly are they Thy soul in blameless mirth possessing;

punish'd Most lovely in affliction's tears,

Who prize and seek the honest man bu More lovely still than tears suppressing. Allsop's Letters, Conversations, and Recollec- A safer lock to guard dishonest treasures. tions of S. T. Coleridge, 1836, ii. 75.

Remains, i. 281.



114 WHERE’ER I find the Good, the True, The Moon, how definite its orb ! the Fair,

Yet gaze again, and with a steady gazeI ask no names— God's spirit dwelleth 'Tis there indeed,—but where is it not ? there!

It is suffused o'er all the sapphire The unconfounded, undivided Three,

Heaven, Each for itself, and all in each, to see Trees, herbage, snake-like streams, unIn man and Nature, is Philosophy.

wrinkled Lake, MS.

Whose very murmur does of it partake ! 109

And low and close the broad smooth O! SUPERSTITION is the giant shadow mountain is more a thing of Heaven Which the solicitude of weak mortality, than when distinct by one dim shade, Its back toward Religion's rising sun, and yet undivided from the universal Casts on the thin mist of th' uncertain cloud over which it towers infinite in future.

height. MS.

And we in this low world

115 Placed with our backs to bright Reality, BRIGHT clouds of reverence, sufferably That we may learn with young un

bright, wounded ken

That intercept the dazzle, not the Light ; The substance from its shadow.

That veil the finite power, the boundless. Destiny of Nations, 11. 19-22.]

power reveal,

Itself an earthly sun of pure intensest ΙΙΟ

white. LET clumps of earth, however glorified, Roll round and round and still renew

MS. their cycle

116 Man rushes like a winged Cherub through 'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a The infinite space, and that which has

cloud, been Can therefore never be again

But it pass'd smoothly on towards the MS.

Smoothly and lightly between Earth and III

Heaven : As the appearance of a star

So, then a cloud, To one that's perishing in a Tempest. It scarce bedimm'd my star that shone MS.

behind it :

And Hesper now

Paus'd on the welkin blue, and cloudless A WIND that with Aurora hath abiding

brink, Among the Arabian and the Persian

A golden circlet! while the Star of Hills.


[? if by S. T. C.)

That other lovely star-high o'er my I13

head And snow whose hanging weight Shone whitely in the centre of his haze Archeth some still deep river, that for

one blue-black cloud fear

Stretch'd like the sword illeg.] o’er all the Steals underneath without a sound.

cope of Heaven. MS.



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