58 57 62 MONEY, I've heard a wise man say, LINES Makes herself wings and flies away TO A COMIC AUTHOR, ON AN ABUSIVE Ah ! would she take it in her head REVIEW To make a pair for me instead. WHAT though the chilly wide-mouth'd MS. 1815. quacking chorus From the rank swamps of murk ReviewMODERN CRITICS land croak : So was it, neighbour, in the times before No private grudge they need, no personal us, spite, When Momus, throwing on his Attic The viva sectio is its own delight ! cloak, All enmity, all envy, they disclaim, Romp'd with the Graces; and each Disinterested thieves of our good name : tickled Muse Cool, sober murderers of their neighbours' (That Turk, Dan Phoebus, whom bards fame ! call divine, Biog. Lit. (1817), ii. 118. ? 1816. Was married to at least, he kept--all nine) 59 Fled, but still with reverted faces ran; WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM Yet, somewhat the broad freedoms to excuse, PARRY seeks the Polar ridge, They had allured the audacious Greek Rhymes seeks S. T. Coleridge, to use, Author of Works, whereof-tho' not in Swore they mistook him for their own Dutch— good man. The public little knows—the publisher This Momus-Aristophanes on earth too much. ? 1818. Men call'd him--maugre all his wit and worth, 60 Was croak’d and gabbled at. How, then, should you, SENTIMENTAL Or I, friend, hope to 'scape the skulking The rose that blushes like the morn, crew ? Bedecks the valleys low ; No! laugh, and say aloud, in tones of glee, And so dost thou, sweet infant corn, 'I hate the quacking tribe, and they hate me !! My Angelina's toe. ? 1825. But on the rose there grows a thorn 63 That breeds disastrous woe ; AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS And so dost thou, remorseless corn, 'A HEAVY wit shall hang at every lord,' On Angelina's toe. So sung Dan Pope ; but ’pon my word, He was a story-teller, Or else the times have altered quite, For wits, or heavy, now, or light Hang each by a bookseller. This way or that, ye Powers above me! S. T. C. I of my grief were rid Quoted in News of Literature, Dec. 10, 1825. Did Enna either really love me, See Arch. Constable and his Literary CorreOr cease to think she did. 1826. spondents, 1873, iii. 482. 1824 64 COLOGNE But when the said report was found Why, then, what said the city ? Pity, indeed, 'tis pity!' Keepsake, 1829. 68 In Köhln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones, And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches; I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks! Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks, The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne ; But tell me, Nymphs ! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine? CHOLERA CURED BEFORE HAND 65 ON MY JOYFUL DEPARTURE FROM THE SAME CITY Or a premonition promulgated gratis for the use of the Useful Classes, specially those resident in St. Giles's, Saffron Hill, Bethnal Green, etc.; and likewise, inasmuch as the good man is merciful even to the beasts, for the benefit of the Bulls and Bears of the Stock Exchange. PAINS ventral, subventral, For grins, groans, and wry faces ; But off to the doctor, fast as ye can crawl ! Yet far better 'twould be not to have them at all. As I am rhymer, That deserve to be known 1828. 66 IN Spain, that land of Monks and Apes, The thing called Wine doth come from grapes, But on the noble River Rhine, The thing called Gripes doth come from Wine ! 1828. Memoir of C. M. Young, 1871, p. 122. Now to 'scape inward aches, Call’d Cholery Morpus ; for carrion to feed him, Tho' being a Devil, no one never has seed him ! 67 Last Monday all the papers said That Mr. was dead; Why, then, what said the city ? The tenth part sadly shook their head, And shaking sigh'd and sighing said, • Pity, indeed, ʼtis pity!' Ah ! then my dear honies, Och ! the hallabaloo ! As the gas-light unfragrant, own tail ;-- Of all scents and degrees, Hot dreams, and cold salads, cate sows ! bub's banners, And whitewash at once bowels, rooms, hands, and manners! July 26, 1832. II FRAGMENTS FROM A COMMONPLACE BOOK, Circa 1795-97 Once in the possession of John Mathew Gutch, and now (since 1868) in the British Museum, Add. MSS. 27901. Some of these Fragments were printed in Coleridge's Remains, 4 vols. 1836-39; others are now printed for the first time. LITTLE Daisy-very late spring. March. Light cargoes waft of modulated sound Quid si vivat? Do all things in Faith. From viewless Hybla brought, when Never pluck a flower again! Mem. Melodies Like Birds of Paradise on wings, that [I do not think Coleridge took this aye vow in public—but Landor did—Fae- Disport in wild varieties of hues, sulan Idyll’in Gebir, Count Julian, etc., Murmur around the honey - dropping 1831). flowers. • And 'tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely. 3 I never pluck the rose : the violet's head BROAD - BREASTED rock — hanging cliff Hath shaken with my breath upon its that glasses bank His rugged forehead in the calmy sea. And not reproacht me: the ever-sacred cup [Its high, o'er - hanging, white, broadOf the pure lily hath between my hands breasted cliffs, Felt safe, unsoil'd, nor lost one grain of Glassed on the subject ocean. gold.'--Ed.] Destiny of Nations.-ED.] a 4 13 WHERE Cam his stealthy flowings most WHEREFORE art thou come? doth not dissembles the Creator of all things know all things? And scarce the willow's watery shadow And if thou art come to seek him, know trembles. that where thou wast, there he was. [See Wanderings of Cain.] 5 Witi secret hand heal the conjectur'd 14 wound, [or] AND cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boilGuess at the wound, and heal with secret ing sea. hand. 15 6 Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound. OUTMALICE Calumny's imposthum’d tongue. 16 7 The guilty pomp, consuming while it AND write Impromptus flares. Spurring their Pegasus with tortoise gallop. 17 My heart seraglios a whole host of joys. 8 Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk 18 by Power Forget thirst's eager promise, and pre A DUNGEON sume, Dark Dreamers ! that the world forgets In darkness I remain'd-the neighbour's it too. clock Told me that now the rising sun Shone lovely on my garden. [See Osorio, Act i. and Remorse, Act i. Unfaithful to its seeming! Scene ii.] 19 IO The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly POETRY without egotism, comparatively sink) uninteresting Shot half his rays aslant the heath whose [See Preface, 1796.] flowers Purpled the mountain's broad and level II top; OLD age, the shape and messenger of Rich was his bed of clouds, and wide “ Death, beneath His wither'd fist still knocking at Death's Expecting Ocean smiled with dimpled door. face. God no distance knows, All of the whole possessing ! The quick raw flesh that burneth in the wound. 22 Seiz’d in sore travail and portentous birth 21 (Her eye-balls flashing a pernicious glare) WISDOM, Mother of retired Thought. Sick Nature struggles ! Hark! her pangs increase ! Her groans are horrible! But O! most fair Nature Wrote Rascal on his face by chalco The promised twins she bears-Equality and Peace! graphic art ! The Ode' was published on the last 23 day of 1796. On the 6th February 1797 Dim specks of entity. (Applied to Coleridge wrote of this passage to John invisible insects.) Thelwall :—You forgot to point out to me that the whole child-birth of Nature 24 is at once ludicrous and disgusting-an In this world epigram smart yet bombastic.'-ED.] We dwell among the tombs and touch The pollutions of the Dead—to God ! 28 [See Destiny of Nations, 11. 169-171. Discontent For she had lived Mild as an infant low-plaining in its In this bad world, as in a place of tombs, sleep. And touched not the pollutions of the dead. 29 terrible and loud 25 As the strong Voice that from the THE mild despairing of a heart resigned. Thunder-cloud Speaks to the startled Midnight. 26 Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye 30 Of Genius fancy-craz'd. The swallows [See Destiny of Nations, 11. 250, 251. Interweaving there, and the pair'd seaSuch strange vivacity, as fires the eye mews Of misery fancy-craz’d. ED.] At distance wildly wailing! ED.] 27 31 like a mighty Giantess On the broad mountain-top Seiz'd in sore travail and prodigious birth The neighing wild-colt races with the Sick Nature struggled : long and strange wind her pangs ; O'er fern and heath-flowers. Her groans were horrible, but O! most fair 32 The twins she bore - EQUALITY and PEACE! A long deep lane So overshadow'd, it might seem [See Ode to the Departing Year. In bower the original edition the second strophe The damp clay-banks were furr'd with thus ended : mouldy moss. |