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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.'
Patronise Genius, giving Cash and Praise 86 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.'
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.
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
1824 Sense most sententious, wonderful fine
90 effect, And how to talk about it and about it,
TO EDWARD IRVING Thoughts brisk as bees, and pathos soft
But you, honored Irving, are as little disposed and thawy.
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
have learnt NONSENSE SAPPHICS
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 copy of nonsense
Is Reason-Truth Supreme !- Essential
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 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
Thought becomes image and I see it Tip us your paw, Lad :
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
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.
* The angel's like a flea,
Yes ! heroic Swan, I love thee even when thou gobblest like a goose ; for thy geese helped to save the Capitol. Remains, iv. 52.
ASSOCIATION OF IDEAS
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
stain There 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.
[With false imagination thou thyself And rather wander than stand still, I Mak'st dull, so that thou see'st not the
There is a Wisdom to be shewn in Which thou had'st seen, had that been
Passion, shaken off.
Cary.] And there are stay'd and settled Griefs.
I'll be Closing words of On the Constitution
Severe unto myself, and make my Soul of Church and State, 1830.
Seek out a regular motion.
99 LITTLE Miss Fanny,
His native accents to her stranger's ear, So cubic and canny,
Skill'd in the tongues of France and With blue eyes and blue shoes-
ItalyThe Queen of the Blues !
Or while she warbles with bright eyes As darling a girl as there is in the world
upraised, If she'll laugh, skip and jump,
Her fingers shoot like streams of silver And not be Miss Glump! 1834.
light Amid the golden haze of thrilling strings.
MS. [For the Fragments' which follow I have been unable to find dates—in many
100 cases, even approximatively.]
I STAND alone, nor tho' my heart should 96
break, THERE are two births, the one when Have I, to whom I may complain or Light
speak. First strikes the new-awaken'd sense- Here I stand, a hopeless man and sad, The other when two souls unite,
Who hoped to have seen my Love, my And we must count our life from then.
Life. When you lov'd me, and I lov'd you,
And strange it were indeed, could I be Then both of us were born anew.
Remembering her, my soul's betrothed MS.
For in this world no creature that has This yearning heart (Love ! witness what
life I say)
Was e'er to me so gracious and so good. Enshrines thy form as purely as it may, Her loss to my Heart, like the Heart's Round which, as to some spirit uttering
MS. on fly - leaf of Menzini's Poesie, 1782, My thoughts all stand ministrant night vol. ii. and day
IOI Like saintly Priests, that dare not think amiss.
What never is but only is to be, MS.
This is not LIFE
O Hopeless Hope, and Death's HypoThese, Emmeline, are not
crisyThe journies but digressions of our Souls, And with perpetual promise breaks its That being once informed with Love, i
promises. must work
104 THE THREE SORTS OF FRIENDS 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 ac, con and inquaintance, Νήπιοι ουκ ίσασιν όσο 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 :
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 features A passing gale, that as it blows
daily Just shakes the ripe drop from the rose
More dim and vague, till each coarse 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; 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.
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, ll. 19-22.]
power reveal, IIO
Itself an earthly sun of pure intensest
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
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 : II2
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 II3
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.