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With the two best and fullest gifts of The partner of the glory- Raab Kiuheaven

prili; A tyrant fallen, a patriot chief restored ! For he alone is worthy to announce it. [Exeunt CASIMIR into the

[Shouts of Kiuprili, Kiuprili,' Cavern. The rest on the

and The Tyrant's fallen,' opposite side.

without. Then enter Kiu.


BATHORY, and Attendants,

after the clamour has subScene changes to a splendid Chamber in

sided. CASIMIR'S Castle. Confederates dis

Raab Kiuprili. Spare yet your joy, my covered

friends! A higher waits you : First Confederate. It can not but suc- Behold, your Queen ! ceed, friends. From this palace

[Enter from opposite side, ZAE'en to the wood, our messengers are

POLYA and ANDREAS royally posted

attired, with GLYCINE. With such short interspace, that fast as Confederate. Comes she from heaven sound

to bless us ? Can travel to us, we shall learn the ,

Other Confederates. It is ! it is ! event !

Zapolya. Heaven's work of grace is Enter another Confederate.

full ! What tidings from Temeswar?

Kiuprili, thou art safe! Second Confederate. With one voice

Raab Kiuprili. Royal Zapolya! Th’ assembled chieftains have deposed To the heavenly powers, pay we our the tyrant ;

duty first; He is proclaimed the public enemy,

Who not alone preserved thee, but for And the protection of the law withdrawn.

thee First Confederate. Just doom for him,

And for our country, the one precious who governs without law !

branch Is it known on whom the sov'reignty

Of Andreas' royal house. O countrywill fall ?

men, Second Confederate. Nothing is yet

Behold your King !

And thank our decided : but report

country's genius, Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful

That the same means which have prememory

served our sovereign, Of his renowned father---

Have likewise reared him worthier of the

throne Enter SAROLTA.

By virtue than by birth. The undoubted Hail to Sarolta !

proofs Sarolta. Confederate friends! I bring Pledged by his royal mother, and this

to you a joy Worthy your noble cause ! Kiuprili lives, (Whose name henceforth be dear to all And from his obscure exile, hath re

Illyrians) turned

We haste to lay before the assembled To bless our country. More and greater

council. tidings

All. Hail, Andreas ! Hail, Illyria's Might I disclose ; but that a woman's

rightful king! voice

Andreas. Supported thus, O friends! Would mar the wonderous tale. Wait

'twere cowardice we for him,

Unworthy of a royal birth, to shrink



old man,

elm :


From the appointed charge. Yet, while O shame upon my head! I would have we wait


given her The awful sanction of convened Illyria, To a base slave! In this brief while, O let me feel myself Zapolya. Heaven overruled thy purThe child, the friend, the debtor !

pose, Heroic mother!

And sent an angel (pointing to SAROLTA) But what can breath add to that sacred

to thy house to guard her ! name?

Thou precious bark ! freighted with all Kiuprili! gift of Providence, to teach us

our treasures ! [To ANDREAS. That loyalty is but the public form The sport of tempests, and yet ne'er the Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth victim, Climb round thee, as the vine around its How many may claim salvage in thee !

(Pointing to GLYCINE.) Take her, son ! Thou my support and I thy faithful A queen that brings with her a richer fruitage.


69 My heart is full, and these poor words

Than orient kings can give ! express not,


A banquet waits !They are but an art to check its over- On this auspicious day, for some few swelling:

hours Bathory! shrink not from my filial arms! I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so Now, and from henceforth thou shalt not

awful forbid me

With flashing light, force wisdom on us To call thee father! And dare I forget

all ! The powerful intercession of thy virtue, E’en women at the distaff hence may Lady Sarolta ? Still acknowledge me

see, Thy faithful soldier ! But what invoca- That bad men may rebel, but ne'er be

tion Shall my full soul address to thee, May whisper, when the waves of faction Glycine?

foam, Thou sword that leap'st forth from a bed None love their country, but who love of roses :


their home ; Thou falcon-hearted dove ?

For freedom can with those alone abide, Zapolya. Hear that from me, son ! Who wear the golden chain, with honest For ere she lived, her father saved thy


79 life,

Of love and duty, at their own fire-side : Thine, and thy fugitive mother's ! While mad ambition ever doth caress Casimir.

Chef Ragozzi ! | Its own sure fate, in its own restlessness !

free ;


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[A few 'Epigrams' which had gained a place in Coleridge's collected works have been omitted, being found not to belong to him. A few others have been excluded as too trivial. But the omissions have been more than compensated by additions of better quality from MSS. hitherto unprinted.

It is difficult at this time of day to deal quite adequately with a certain class of these effusions. To exclude all, would be to mask one side of a man exceptionally many-sided : to include only one or two would equally convey a false impression. Already they have been included in so many editions of Coleridge's works as to have become part and parcel of them, and will always have to be taken into account in any estimate of his genius and character.

Few of the less serious of the 'Epigrams' are entirely original: many are translated from Lessing, and as a rule, rendered with no great felicity.]



4 YOU'RE careful o'er your wealth, 'tis true,

ON AN INSIGNIFICANT Yet so, that of your plenteous store, No doleful faces here, no sighingThe poor man tastes and blesses you- Here rots a thing that won by dying : For you flee Poverty and not the Poor.

'Tis Cypher lies beneath this crustMS.

1799. Whom Death created into dust.


5 Say what you will, Ingenious Youth !

You'll find me neither Dupe nor Dunce:
Once you deceived me---only once,

FROM yonder tomb of recent date, 'Twas then when you told me the There comes a strange mephitic blast. Truth.

Here lies-Ha ! Backbite, you at last

'Tis he indeed : and sure as fate, MS.


They buried him in overhaste[ANOTHER VERSION]

Into the earth he has been cast,

And in this grave,

Before the man had breathed his last.

1799. IF the guilt of all lying consists in deceit,

6 Lie on—'tis your duty, sweet youth ! For believe me, then only we find you a THERE comes from old Avaro's grave cheat

A deadly stench-why, sure they have When you cunningly tell us the truth. Immured his soul within his grave? Ann. Anth.

1800. Keepsake, 1829.


I 2

WHAT? rise again with all one's bones ?

Quoth Giles, I hope you fib.

I trusted when I went to Heaven
We both attended the same College,

To go without my rib. Where sheets of paper we did blur

Morn. Post, Dec. 12, 1799. many, And now we're going to sport our know


In England I, and you in Germany.
Carlyon's Early Years, etc. i. 68.


SLY Beelzebub took all occasions

To try Job's constancy and patience ; 8

He took his honours, took his health,

He took his children, took his wealth, ON A READER OF HIS OWN

His camels, horses, asses, cows-

And the sly Devil did not take his spouse. HOARSE Mævius reads his hobbling verse But Heaven that brings out good from To all and at all times,

evil, And deems them both divinely smooth, And loves to disappoint the Devil, His voice as well as rhymes.

Had predetermined to restore

Twofold all Job had before, But folks say, Mævius is no ass !

His children, camels, horses, cows, -. But Mævius makes it clear That he's a monster of an ass,

Short-sighted Devil, not to take his An ass without an ear.

spouse !

1799. Morn. Post, Sep. 7, 1799.

Morn. Post, Sept. 26, 1801


JEM writes his verses with more speed
Than the printer's boy can set 'em ;

On his Carmen Seculare (a title which has by Quite as fast as we can read,

various persons who have heard it, been thus And only not so fast as we forget 'em. translated, 'A Poem an age long '). Morn. Post, Sep. 23, 1799.

YOUR Poem must eternal be,

Eternal ! it can't fail,

For ’tis incomprehensible,
Doris can find no taste in tea,

And without head or tail ! Green to her drinks like Bohea ;

Morn. Post, Jan. 24, 1800. Because she makes the tea so small

The following eight 'Epigrams' were She never tastes the tea at all. Morn. Post, Nov. 14, 1799.

printed in The Annual Anthology for


15 JACK drinks fine wines, wears modisho would the Baptist come again clothing,

And preach aloud with might and main But prithee where lies Jack's estate? Repentance to our viperous race ! In Algebra, for there I found of late But should this miracle take place, A quantity call’d less than nothing. I hope, ere Irish ground he treads, Morii. Post, Nov. 16, 1799.

He'll lay in a good stock of heads !


16 OCCASIONED BY THE FORMER Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast,

It don't surprise me in the least I HOLD of all our viperous race

To see thee lick so dainty clean a beast. The greedy creeping things in place

But that so dainty clean a beast licks Most vile, most venomous ; and then

thee, The United Irishmen!

Yes—that surprises me.
To come on earth should John determine,
Imprimis, we'll excuse his sermon.
Without a word the good old Dervis

21 Might work incalculable service,

ON A BAD SINGER At once from tyranny and riot Save laws, lives, liberties and moneys, SWANS sing before they die—’twere no If sticking to his ancient diet

bad thing He'd but eat up our locusts and wild Should certain persons die before they honeys !


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