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The following is the original version of this poem as printed in the Morning Post, March 10, 1798. There was no title, the verses being introduced solely by the burlesque letter, which was reprinted with the verses when they next appeared, in the ANNUAL ANTHOLOGY, 1800, under the title, The Raven.
'SIR-I am not absolutely certain that the following Poem was written by Edmund Spenser, and found by an Angler buried in a fishingbox :“Under the foot of Mole, that mountain hoar,
Mid the green alders, by the Mulla's shore”; but a learned Antiquarian of my acquaintance has given it as his opinion that it resembles Spenser's minor Poems as nearly as Vortigern and Rowena the Tragedies of William Shakespeare.—This Poem must be read in recitative, in the same manner as the Ægloga Secunda of the Shepherd's Calendar.
Many Autumns, many Springs
I can't tell half his adventures.
She, And the acorn was grown to a large oak
tree. They built them a nest in the topmost
bough, And young ones they had, and were jolly
UNDER the arms of a goodly oak-tree
highOne acorn they left, and ne more mote
you spy. Next came a Raven, who lik'd not such
folly : He belonged, I believe, to the witch
MELANCHOLY! Blacker was he than blackest jet, Flew low in the rain ; his feathers were
wet. He pick'd up the acorn
But soon came a Woodınan in leathern
guise : His brow like a pent-house hung over his
eyes. He'd an axe in his hand, and nothing
spoke, But with many a hem! and a sturdy
stroke, At last he brought down the poor Raven's
own oak. His young ones were kill'd; for they could
not depart, And his wife she did die of a broken
heart ! The branches from off it the Woodman
did sever! And they floated it down on the course of
the River : They sawed it to planks, and its rind they
did strip, And with this tree and others they built up
rn and buried it strait,
a ship. The ship, it was launch'd ; but in sight of
A tempest arose which no ship could with. They be sunk! O'er the topmast the mad stand.
water rolls ! It bulg'd on a rock, and the waves rush'd The Raven was glad that such fate they in fast :
did meet, The auld Raven flew round and round, They had taken his all, and REVENGE IT and caw'd to the blast.
WAS SWEET! He heard the sea-shriek of their perishing
GREEK PRIZE ODE ON THE
[BROWNE GOLD MEDAL,
In maximis Comitiis, Jul. 3, 1792.
SORS MISERA SERVORUM IX IXSULIS
INDIÆ OCCIDENTALIS. *Ω σκότω πύλας, θάνατε, προλείπων 'Ες γένος σπεύδων ίθι ζεύχθεν άτα: Ου ξενισθήση γενύων σπαράγμoις
Γάν τε πατρώαν
'Αλλά τίς μ' έχω μελίγαρυς, οιαι Δωρεάν ριπαι κιθαράν, προσέπτα ; Τίς ποτιστάζει ψιθύρισμoν αδυν
Μάλθακα φώνα ; *Ώ, ορώ Κήρυκ' 'Έλέω, κλάδοισιν 'Ως κατάσκιον κεφαλάν ελάιας ! "Ώ, λόγων τέων γάνος, Ίλβρεφωρσεν
Χρύσεον αϊω! “Πάγα Δακρύων οσία, σταλαγμών «Νυν άλις τέων στεροπα ξεναρκεί Τας Δίκας ατυξόμενον τεθνάξει
“Πήμα δάμασθεν. 'Έμπέσει δ' ακταις Λιβυκήσιν ουκέτ' 'Α χάρις χρυσώ άχαρις βδέλυκτα οιά γ' ιππεύει καπυρούς αήταις
"Έκπνοα Λοιμώ. “Πάτριδος πόρρω συνομαιμόνων τε “Γηρας ου μόχθοις ανόμοις παλαίσει Τω βίω ποιφύγματα δύντος αι αι
"Αγρια φυσών “Ου φόβω Μάτηρ άμα θεσπιωδώ Στάθεσιν βρέφος πελάσει πίνωδες «Ού: περισσώς εκτέταται γάρ ήδη
• Δούλιον 'Αμαρ'
TO A YOUNG ASS
MS. was contributed by him to The Chanticleer (Magazine of Jesus Coll. Camb.) for Easter Term 1891.-ED.
MONOLOGUE TO A YOUNG JACK
ASS IN JESUS PIECE — ITS
The following early version of these famous lines is printed from the unique copy in the autograph of Coleridge, given by him to Mr. William Smyth, who was Professor of Modern History at Cambridge from 1807 until his death in 1849. I am enabled to print this by the courtesy of Prof. Smyth's great-great-nephew, Mr. H. M. Vaughan, of Keble Coll. Oxford. Notwithstanding the burlesque footnote this version was never intended for print, for Mr. Ernest Hartley Coleridge has kindly shewn me a copy dated just a week earlier (Dec. 17, 1794) which Coleridge sent to Southey, and which differs but little from that printed in the Morning Chronicle of Dec. 30, 1794. The footnotes shew the alterations made in both texts. A note on Mr. Vaughan's
Poor little Foal of an oppressed Race !
1 Address to a young Jackass, and its tether'd Mother. In Familiar Verse. Morning Chronicle, Dec. 30, 1794, and SOUTHEY MS. 1. 3. friendly hand.-M. Ch.
And clap thy ragged Coat, and scratch thy And fain I'd take thee with me, to the Dell head.
Where high-soul'd PANTISOCRACY shall But what thy dulled Spirit hath dismay'd, 5
dwell! That never thou dost sport along the Where Mirth shall tickle Plenty's ribless glade
side And (most unlike the nature of things And smiles from Beauty's Lip on sun-beams young)
30 That still to earth thy moping head is Where Toil shall wed young Health that hung ?
charming Lass ! Doth thy prophetic soul anticipate,
And use his sleek cows for a looking-glassMeek Child of Misery! thy future fate, 10 Where Rats shall mess with Terriers handThe starving meal and all the thousand
And Mice with Pussy's Whiskers sport in That patient Merit of th' Unworthy takes?
Love ! Or is thy sad heart thrill'd with filial pain How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gameTo see thy wretched Mother's shorten'd some play,
35 Chain ?
And frisk about, as lamb or kitten gay; And, truly very piteous is her lot-- 15 Yea—and more musically sweet to me Chained to a Log upon a narrow spot, Thy dissonant harsh Bray of joy would be, Where the close - eaten Grass is scarcely Than Handel's softest airs that soothe to seen,
rest While sweet around her waves the tempting The tumult of a scoundrel Monarch's Green !
40 Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt JES. COLL. Oct. 24, 1794.
S. T. C. to shew Pity, best taught by fellowship of Woe. 20 For much I fear me that He lives, like 1. 27. in the dell.-M. Ch. thee,
11. 28-34. In the M. Ch. replaced by :Half famished in a Land of Luxury !
Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell, How askingly its steps toward me tend,
Where Toil shall call the charmer HEALTH his It seems to say, “And have I then one
And LAUGHTER tickle PLENTY's ribless side!
11. 29-34. In the S. NIS. are replaced by text of 1. 4. and clap thy head.-S. MS.
M. Ch. 1. 6. upon the glade.-M. Ch.
1. 39. Than Banti's warbled airs that soothe to 1. 9. Do thy prophetic fears anticipate.—M. Ch.
rest.-S. MS. 1. 12. Which ‘patient merit of th' Unworthy | 11. 39-40. In the M. Ch. replaced by :takes?' –M. Ch. and S. MS.
Than warbled Melodies, that soothe to rest 1. 14. lengthen'd Chain ?-M. Ch.
The tumult of some Scoundrel Monarch's breast ! 1. 18. While sweet around her tempts the waving
S. T. C. green.-S. MS. 1. 23. toward me bend.-M. Ch.
1 This is a truly poetical line, of which the 1. 25. Innocent Foal! thou poor despis'd Forlorn ! Author has assured us, that he did not mean it --M. Ch.
to have any meaning.-Ed. [Note in MS.]
Printed from the transcript sent by Coleridge to Sheridan in 1797 (called 'MS. I.'); with various readings, and notes written by Coleridge in another contemporary transcript (called 'MS. 11.') presented by him to a friend. There are also a few readings from a copy of Act I. in Coleridge's autograph, found among the papers of Thomas Poole (called ‘Poole MS.')—ED.
shortly after the edict which forbad the wearing of Moresco apparel under pain of death.
MEM.—None of the MSS. has a list of the characters.-ED.
ACT THE FIRST
SCENE. — The sea shore on the coast of
REMORSE. VELEZ = MARQUIS VALDEZ, Father
to the two brothers, and Donna Teresa's. Guard
ian. ALBERT. = DON ALVAR, the eldest son. OSORIO = DON ORDONIO, the youngest
son. FRANCESCO = MONVIEDRO, a Dominican
and Inquisitor. MAURICE =ZULIMEZ, thefaithful attend
ant on Alvar. FERDINAND=ISIDORE, a Moresco Chief
tain, ostensibly a Chris
tian. NAOMI = NAOMI. MARIA = DONNA TERESA, an Orphan
Heiress. ALHADRA, wife of
-=ALHADRA, Wife to Isidore. FERDINAND, FAMILIARS OF THE INQUISITION. MOORS, SERVANTS, etc.
Maria. I hold Osorio dear : he is your
son, And Albert's brother. Velez.
Love him for himself, Nor make the living wretched for the
dead. Maria. I mourn that you should plead
in vain, Lord Velez ! But Heaven hath heard my vow, and I re
main Faithful to Albert, be he dead or living. Veles. Heaven knows with what delight I saw your
loves ; And could my heart's blood give him back
to thee I would die smiling. But these are idle
thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul 10 With that same look, with which he gave
thee to me :
Time, The reign of Philip II., just at
the close of the civil wars against the Moors, and during the heat of the per
secution which raged against them, i So on the wrapper of the MS. I. ; in MS. II. Coleridge has described the poem as 'Osorio, a dramatic poem.'-ED.