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[Coleridge rarely quoted, even his own verses, correctly. Sometimes this arose from mere carelessness, but more often, I think, he acted deliberately. Sometimes he altered the sense of his original, but he never perverted it to the injury of the writer's reputation either for matter or form. Often he expanded and illuminated the passage he manipulated. See Athenæum, Aug. 20, 1892; Art. 'Coleridge's Quotations.'—ED.]
[The lines (with one variant, 'still’ for
• both’in the first line) had been printed INCONSISTENCY
by Coleridge, as Motto to the Lay
Sermon, addressed to the Higher and • It is a most unseemly and unpleasant Middle Classes, in 1817; and have often thing to see a man's life full of ups and
been quoted as of his own composidowns, one step like a Christian, and
tion. I thought them Daniel's, but another like a worldling; it cannot choose but pain himself, and mar the edification failing to find them in his works, I put of others.'--[LEIGHTON.]
a query in Notes and Queries. A corre
spondent (8th Ser. ii. p. 18) gave the The same sentiment, only with a reference to Lord Brooke's Works, in special application to the maxims and Grosart's Fuller's Worthies Series, ii. 127. measures of our Cabinet and Statesmen, [A Treatise of Warres, St. lxvi.] had been finely expressed by a sage Poet of the preceding Generation, in
God and the world they worship still lines which no Generation will find in
together ; applicable or superannuated.
Draw not their lawes to Him, but His
to theirs ; God and the World we worship both
Untrue to both, so prosperous in neither; together,
Amid their own desires still raising Draw not our Laws to Him, but His
feares; to ours ;
Unwise, as all distracted powers be ; Untrue to both, so prosperous in neither,
Strangers to God, fooles to humanitie. The imperfect Will brings forth but barren Flowers !
Too good for great things and too great Unwise as all distracted Interests be,
for good.'] Strangers to God, Fools in Humanity : Too good for great things, and too great
[DONNE] for good, While still I dare not' waits upon I
The recluse hermit ofttimes more doth wou'd.'
know (Ails to Reflection, Moral and Religious Of the world's inmost wheels, than worldAphorisms,' No. XVII. 1825, p. 93.)
BLIND is that soul which from this truth [SAMUEL DANIEL]
can swerve, No state stands sure, but on the grounds
of right, MUST there be still some discord mixt
Of virtue, knowledge ; judgment to preamong
serve, The harmony of men, whose mood accords
And all the powers of learning requisite ? Best with contention tun'd to notes of Though other shifts a present turn may wrong?
serve, That when War fails, Peace must make Yet in the trial they will weigh too light. war with words,
DANIEL. With words unto destruction arm’d more
Motto to Chapter XVI, as above, 1818, i. 190. strong Than ever were our foreign Foemen's swords :
III Making as deep, tho' not yet bleeding O BLESSED Letters ! that combine in one
wounds ? What War left scarless, Calumny con
All ages past, and make one live with all:
By you do we confer with who are gone, founds.
And the dead-living unto council call ! Truth lies entrapp'd where Cunning finds By you the unborn shall have communion
Of what we feel and what doth us befall. no bar : Since no proportion can there be betwixt
Since writings are the veins, the arteries, Our actions which in endless motions are,
And undecaying life - strings of those And ordinances which are always fixt.
hearts, Ten thousand Laws more cannot reach
That still shall pant and still shall exerso far,
cise But Malice goes beyond, or lives com- Their mightiest powers when nature none mixt
imparts, So close with Goodness, that it ever will | The strong constitution of their praise Corrupt, disguise, or counterfeit it still.
Wear out the infection of distemper'd
days. DANIEL's Musophilus. And therefore would our glorious Alfred, who
Motto to Chapter I. of 'The Landing Place'
in The Friend, 1818, i. 215. Join'd with the King's, the good man's Majesty,
[The first passage is from Daniel's Not leave Law's labyrinth without a Epistle to Sir Thomas Egerton ; the clue
second and third from his Musophilus ; Gave to deep Skill its just authority,-- but Coleridge has so altered, transposed,
and rewritten all three that they are more
his than Daniel's. In the first passage For the grey olive branch change thy nine entire lines are Coleridge's.-ED.]
green laurels : Hang up thy rusty helmet, that the bee
May have a hive, or spider find a loom! [MILTON]
Instead of doubling drum and thrilling THE oppositionists to "things as they
fife are,' are divided into many and different
Be lull'd in lady's lap with amorous flutes. classes. . . . The misguided men who have But for Napoleon, know, he'll scorn this enlisted under the banners of Liberty,
calm : from no principles or with bad ones : The ruddy planet at his birth bore sway, whether they be those who
Sanguine adust his humour, and wild fire
His ruling element. Rage, revenge, and admire they know not what cunning And know not whom, but as one leads Make up the temper of this captain's the other :
valor. or whether those
The Friend, 1818, ii. 115.
1802. Whose end is private Hate, not help to
[The lines are used as a motto to Freedom, Adverse and turbulent when she would from an old Play. But in subsequent
Essay VI., and are stated to be adapted lead
editions the reference is withdrawn, and To Virtue.
we may assume that Coleridge, if he [This passage is from the first of the did not create the lines, made them his Conciones ad Populum, lectures delivered
own. The “calm' was probably the at Bristol, February 1795, and published
Peace of Amiens.'-_ED.] there in the same year. Coleridge reprinted the lecture in The Friend (1818, ii. 248 ; 1850, ii. 179). The first quota
[SOUTHWELL] tion is really from Paradise Regained, iii.
A Sober Statement of Human Life, or 50; but the second contains only a few
the True Medium words of Milton, which will be found in two disconnected passages in Samson
A CHANCE may win that by mischance Agonistes-[Woman is to man]
was lost : A cleaving mischief, in his way to virtue The net that holds no great, takes little Adverse and turbulent (11. 1039-40):
In some things all, in all things none are and
crost ; Yet so it may fall out, because their end
Few all they need, but none have all Is hate, not help to me.
they wish : Unmedled joys here to no man befall ;
Who least, hath some; who most, hath [? ]
never all ! NAPOLEON
[Although it was by inadvertence that Then we may thank ourselves these lines were printed in the Remains Who spell-bound by the magic name of ! as Coleridge's, they have been so often Peace
included in his works that I am fain to Dream golden dreams. Go, warlike retain them here as his by adoption. The Briton, go,
title is his. The verses form part of a poem by Robert Southwell, Tymes goe by in the Chapel of Jesus College, CamTurnes. The text here printed is that bridge.' The first six lines are taken found in Saint Peter's Complaint. With from W. L. Bowles's Monody on Henry other Poems. London, 1599.-ED.]
Headley, and although the remaining stanza does not appear in any of the
many editions of Bowles's poems I have [BOWLES]
been able to consult, it probably originally
I yet remain belonged to the same poem.-ED.] To mourn the hours of youth (yet mourn
? in vain)
Rid of a vexing and a heavy load, That fled neglected : wisely thou hast
Eternal Lord ! and from the world set trod
free, The better path—and that high meed
Like a frail Bark, weary I turn to Thee which God Assign'd to Virtue tow’ring from the dust,
From frightful storms into a quiet road
On much repentance Grace will be beShall wait thy rising, Spirit pure and just !
stow'd. O God ! how sweet it were to think, that
The nails, the thorn, and thy two hands, all
thy face Who silent mourn around this gloomy ball ! Benign, meek, [word illegible] offers grace Might hear the voice of joy ;-but 'tis the
To sinners whom their sins oppress and will
goad. Of man's great Author, that thro' good
Let not thy justice view, O Light divine ! and ill
My faults, and keep it from thy sacred ear Calm he should hold his course, and so
[A line almost entirely illegible.] sustain
Cleanse with thy blood my sins, to this His varied lot of pleasure, toil and pain !
More readily, the more my years require
Prompt aid, forgiveness speedy and entire. [It is for the same reason that I include MS. these lines which the editor of the Re- [I do not think this is a composition mains assumed to be by Coleridge, be- of Coleridge's, but an adaptation of cause they were found in Mr. Coleridge's something imperfectly remembered by hand-writing in one of the Prayer-Books him. It comes from a note-book. -Ed.]
1 See The Complete Poetical Works of Wordsworth (p. 761, “At Florence-From M. Angelo"). London: Macmillan and Co.