Chapter XCVIII: Act I: , Sc. VII, 'Letting I dare not,' &c. The reference to Lord Brooke

was first given in _N. and Q._, Series VIII, Vol. ii, p. 18.

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[Vide _ante_, p. 403]

SONNET XCIV [Coelica]

The _Augurs_ we of all the world admir'd
Flatter'd by Consulls, honour'd by the State,
Because the event of all that was desir'd
They seem'd to know, and keepe the books of Fate:
Yet though abroad they thus did boast their wit, 5
Alone among themselves they scornèd it.

Mankind that with his wit doth gild his heart
Strong in his Passions, but in Goodnesse weake,
Making great vices o're the lesse an Art,
Breeds wonder, and mouves Ignorance to speake, 10
Yet when his fame is to the highest borne,
We know enough to laugh his praise to scorne.

Lines on a King and Emperor-Making-King altered from the 93rd Sonnet of Fulke Greville, the friend of Sir Philip Sydney.

ll. 1-4 The augurs, &c.

l. 5 _Abroad they thus did boast each other's_ wit.

l. 7 _Behold yon Corsican with dropsied heart_

l. 9 _He wonder breeds, makes_ ignorance to speak

l. 12 TALLEYRAND WILL _laugh his Creature's_ praise to scorn.

First published in the _Courier_, Sept. 12, 1806. See Editor's note, _Athenæum_, April 25, 1903, p. 531.

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OF HUMANE LEARNING

STANZA CLX

For onely that man understands indeed,
And well remembers, which he well can doe,
The Laws live, onely where the Law doth breed
Obedience to the workes it bindes us to:
And as the life of Wisedome hath exprest,
If this ye know, then doe it, and be blest.
LORD BROOKE.

Motto to _Notes on a Barrister's Hints on Evangelical Preaching, 1810_, in _Lit. Rem._, 1839, iv. 320.

ll. 2, 3

_Who_ well remembers _what_ he well can do;
The _Faith_ lives only where the _faith_ doth breed.

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SIR JOHN DAVIES

ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL

(Sect. iv. Stanzas 12-14.)

Doubtless, this could not be, but that she turns
Bodies to spirits, by sublimation strange;
As fire converts to fire the things it burns;
As we our meats into our nature change.

From their gross matter she abstracts the forms, 5
And draws a kind of quintessence from things;
Which to her proper nature she transforms,
To bear them light, on her celestial wings.

This doth she, when, from things particular,
She doth abstract the universal kinds, 10
Which bodiless and immaterial are,
And can be only lodg'd within our minds.

Stanza 12 Doubtless, &c.
l. 2 Bodies to _spirit_, &c.
l. 4. As we our _food_, &c.

Stanza 13, l. 1 From their gross matter she abstracts _their_ forms.

Stanza 14

_Thus doth she, when from individual states_
She doth abstract the universal kinds;
_Which then re-clothed in divers names and_ fates
_Steal access through our senses to our_ minds.

_Biog. Lit._, Cap. xiv, 1817, II, 12; 1847, II, Cap. i, pp. 14-15. The alteration was first noted in 1847.

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DONNE

ECLOGUE. 'ON UNWORTHY WISDOM'

So reclused Hermits oftentimes do know
More of Heaven's glory than a worldly can:
As Man is of the World, the Heart of Man
Is an Epitome of God's great Book
Of Creatures, and Men need no further look.

These lines are quoted by Coleridge in _The Friend_, 1818, i. 192; 1850, i. 147. The first two lines run thus:

_The_ recluse _Hermit oft'_ times _more doth_ know
_Of the world's inmost wheels_, than worldlings can, &c.

The alteration was first pointed out in an edition of _The Friend_ issued by H. N. Coleridge in 1837.

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LETTER TO SIR HENRY GOODYERE

Stanzas II, III, IV, and a few words from Stanza V, are prefixed as the motto to Essay XV of _The Friend_, 1818, i. 179; 1850, i. 136.

For Stanza II, line 3--

But he which dwells there is not so; for he
_With him_ who dwells there 'tis not so; for he

For Stanza III--

So had your body her morning, hath her noon,
And shall not better, her next change is night:
But her fair larger guest, t'whom sun and moon
Are sparks, and short liv'd, claims another right.--

The motto reads:

_Our bodies had their_ morning, have their noon,
And shall not better--the next change is night,
But _their_ fair larger guest, t'whom sun and moon
Are sparks and short liv'd, claims another right.

The alteration was first noted in 1837. In 1850 line 3 of Stanza III 'fair' is misprinted 'far'.

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BEN JONSON

A NYMPH'S PASSION

I love, and he loves me again,
Yet dare I not tell who;
For if the nymphs should know my swain,
I fear they'd love him too;
Yet if it be not known, 5
The pleasure is as good as none,
For that's a narrow joy is but our own.

I'll tell, that if they be not glad,
They yet may envy me;
But then if I grow jealous mad, 10
And of them pitied be,
It were a plague 'bove scorn,
And yet it cannot be forborne,
Unless my heart would, as my thought, be torn.

He is, if they can find him, fair, 15
And fresh and fragrant too,
As summer's sky or purged air,
And looks as lilies do
That are this morning blown;
Yet, yet I doubt he is not known, 20
And fear much more, that more of him be shown.

But he hath eyes so round and bright,
As make away my doubt,
Where Love may all his torches light
Though hate had put them out; 25
But then, t'increase my fears,
What nymph soe'er his voice but hears,
Will be my rival, though she have but ears.

I'll tell no more, and yet I love,
And he loves me; yet no 30
One unbecoming thought doth move
From either heart, I know;
But so exempt from blame,
As it would be to each a fame,
If love or fear would let me tell his name. 35

_Underwoods_ No. V.

MUTUAL PASSION

ALTERED AND MODERNIZED FROM AN OLD POET

I love, and he loves me again,
Yet dare I not tell who:
For if the nymphs should know my swain,
I fear they'd love him too.
_Yet while my joy's unknown, 5
Its rosy buds are but half-blown:
What no one with me shares, seems scarce my own._

I'll tell, that if they be not glad,
They yet may envy me:
But then if I grow jealous mad, 10
And of them pitied be,
_'Twould vex me worse than_ scorn!
And yet it cannot be forborn,
Unless my heart would _like_ my _thoughts_ be torn.

He is, if they can find him, fair 15
And fresh, and fragrant too;
_As after rain the summer air_,
And looks as lilies do,
That are this morning blown!
Yet, yet I doubt, he is not known, 20
_Yet, yet I fear to have him fully shewn_.

But he hath eyes so _large_, and bright.
_Which none can see, and_ doubt
_That_ Love _might thence_ his torches light
Tho' Hate had put them out! 25
But then to _raise_ my fears,
_His voice--what maid so ever_ hears
Will be my rival, tho' she have but ears.

I'll tell no more! _yet I love him_,
And ho loves me; _yet so, 30
That never one low wish did dim
Our love's pure light, I know--
In each so free from_ blame,
_That both of us would gain new_ fame,
If love's _strong fears_ would let me tell his name! 35

First published in _The Courier_, September 21, 1811; included in the supplementary sheet to _Sibylline Leaves_; reprinted in _Essays on His Own Times_, iii. 995, 996, and in the Appendix to _P. W._, 1863. It was first pointed out by W. E. Henley that 'Mutual Passion' is an adaptation of 'A Nymph's Passion', No. V of Ben Jonson's _Underwoods_.

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UNDERWOODS

No. VI. THE HOUR-GLASS.

Consider this small dust, here in the glass
By atoms moved:
Could you believe that this the body was
Of one that loved;
And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly, 5
Was turned to cinders by her eye:
Yes; and in death, as life unblest,
To have 't exprest,
Even ashes of lovers find no rest.

THE HOUR-GLASS

O think, fair maid! these sands that pass
In slender threads adown this glass,
Were once the body of some swain,
Who lov'd too well and lov'd in vain,
And let one soft sigh heave thy breast, 5
That not in life alone unblest
E'en lovers' ashes find no rest.

First published in _The Courier_, August 30, 1811; included in _Essays on His Own Times_, iii. 994. Now collected for the first time.

The original is a translation of a Latin Epigram, 'Horologium Pulvereum, Tumulus Alcippi,' by Girolamo Amaltei.

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THE POETASTER. Act I, Scene 1.

O my Tibullus,
Let us not blame him; for against such chances
The heartiest strife of virtue is not proof.
We may read constancy and fortitude
To other souls; but had ourselves been struck 5
With the like planet, had our loves, like his,
Been ravished from us by injurious death,
And in the height and heat of our best days,
It would have cracked our sinews, shrunk our veins,
And made our very heart-strings jar like his. 10

* * * * *

Let us not blame him: for against such chances
The heartiest strife of _manhood_ is _scarce_ proof.
We may read constancy and fortitude
To other souls--but had ourselves been struck
_Even_ in the height and heat of our _keen wishing_,
_It might have made_ our heart-strings jar, like his.

First published as a quotation in the _Historie and Gestes of Maxilian_ contributed to _Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine_, January, 1822. Reprinted as Fragment No. 59, _P. W._, 1893, p. 460.

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SAMUEL DANIEL

EPISTLE TO SIR THOMAS EGERTON, KNIGHT

Stanza 5

Must there be still some discord mix'd among,
The harmony of men; whose mood accords
Best with contention, tun'd t' a note of wrong?
That when war fails, peace must make war with words,
And b' armed unto destruction ev'n as strong 5
As were in ages past our civil swords:
Making as deep, although unbleeding wounds;
That when as fury fails, wisdom confounds.

Stanza 14

Seeing ev'n injustice may be regular;
And no proportion can there be betwixt 10
Our actions, which in endless motion are,
And th' ordinances, which are always fix'd:
Ten thousand laws more cannot reach so far
But malice goes beyond, or lives immix'd
So close with goodness, as it ever will 15
Corrupt, disguise, or counterfeit it still.

Stanza 15

And therefore did those glorious monarchs (who
Divide with God the style of majesty, &c.

Stanza 5

Must there be still some discord mix'd among
The harmony of men; whose mood accords
Best with contention tun'd _to notes_ of wrong?
That when War fails, Peace must make war with words,
_With words_ unto destruction _arm'd more_ strong 5
_Than ever were our foreign Foeman's swords_;
Making as deep, _tho' not yet bleeding_ wounds?
_What War left scarless, Calumny_ confounds.

Stanza 14

_Truth lies entrapp'd where Cunning finds no bar_:
_Since_ no proportion can there be betwixt 10
Our actions, which in endless motion are,
And ordinances, which are always fixt.
Ten thousand Laws more cannot reach so far
But Malice goes beyond, or lives _commixt_
So close with Goodness, _that_, it ever will 15
Corrupt, disguise, or counterfeit it still.

Stanza 15

And therefore _would our glorious Alfred, who
Join'd with the King's the good man's Majesty,
Not leave Law's labyrinth without a clue--
Gave to deep skill its just authority_,-- 20

* * * * *

_But the last Judgement (this his Jury's plan)--
Left to the natural sense of Work-day Man_

_Adapted from an elder Poet._

Motto to _The Friend_, Essay xiii, 1818, i. 149; 1850, i. 113. Coleridge's alteration of, and addition to the text of Daniel's poem were first pointed out in an edition of _The Friend_, issued by H. N. Coleridge in 1837.

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MUSOPHILUS

STANZA CXLVII.

Who will not grant, and therefore this observe,
No state stands sure, but on the grounds of right,
Of virtue, knowledge, judgment to preserve,
And all the powers of learning requisite?
Though other shifts a present turn may serve,
Yet in the trial they will weigh too light.

* * * * *

_Blind is that soul which from this truth can swerve_
No state stands sure, &c.

Motto to Essay xvi of _The Friend_, 1818, i. 190; 1850, i. 145. The alteration was first noted in 1837.

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STANZAS XXVII, XXIX, XXX.

Although the stronger constitution shall
Wear out th' infection of distemper'd days,
And come with glory to out-live this fall,
Recov'ring of another spring of praise, &c.

For these lines are the veins and arteries
And undecaying life-strings of those hearts,
That still shall pant, and still shall exercise
The motion, spir't and nature both imparts,
And shall with those alive so sympathize,
As nourish'd with stern powers, enjoy their parts.

O blessed letters! that combine in one
All ages past, and make one live with all:
By you we do confer with who are gone,
And the dead-living unto council call:
By you the unborn shall have communion
Of what we feel, and what does us befall.

* * * * *

O blessed letters, &c.

Since Writings are the Veins, the Arteries,
And undecaying Life-strings of those Hearts,
They still shall pant and still shall exercise
Their mightiest powers when Nature none imparts:
And the strong constitution of their Praise
Wear out the infection of distemper'd days

_Motto_ to 'The Landing-Place', Essay i, _The Friend_, 1818, i. 215; 1850, 165. The piecing together of the lines in the second stanza of the motto was first noted by J. D. Campbell, in _The Athenæum_, art. 'Coleridge's Quotations,' Aug. 20, 1892.

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CHRISTOPHER HARVEY

THE SYNAGOGUE

THE NATIVITY OR CHRISTMAS DAY.

Unfold thy face, unmask thy ray,
Shine forth, bright sun, double the day;
Let no malignant misty fume
Nor foggy vapour, once presume
To interpose thy perfect sights, 5
This day which makes us use thy lights
For ever better that we could
That blessed object once behold,
Which is both the circumference
And centre of all excellence, &c. 10

Substitute the following for the fifth to the eighth line.

To sheath or blunt one happy ray,
That wins new splendour from the day,--
This day that gives thee power to rise,
And shine on hearts as well as eyes:
This birth-day of all souls, when first
On eyes of flesh and blood did burst
That primal great lucific light,
That rays to thee, to us gave sight.
[S. T. C.]

First published in 'Notes on Harvey's Synagogue', _Notes and Lectures_, &c., 1849, ii. 263. Now first collected.

Coleridge's notes to _The Synagogue_, including these original lines, were reprinted in the notes to _The Complete Poems_ of Christopher Harvey, 1874, p. 47.

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MARK AKENSIDE

BLANK VERSE INSCRIPTIONS

No. III.

[For Elegy Imitated from one of Akenside's 'Blank Verse Inscriptions', vide _ante_, p. 69.]

Whoe'er thou art whose path in Summer lies
Through yonder village, turn thee where the Grove
Of branching oaks a rural palace old
Embosoms--there dwells Albert, generous lord
Of all the harvest round. And onward thence 5
A low plain chapel fronts the morning light
Fast by a silent rivulet. Humbly walk,
O stranger, o'er the consecrated ground;
And on that verdant Hillock, which thou seest
Beset with osiers, let thy pious hand 10
Sprinkle fresh water from the brook, and strew
Sweet-smelling flowers--for there doth Edmund rest,
The learned shepherd; for each rural art
Famed, and for songs harmonious, and the woes
Of ill-requited love. The faithless pride 15
Of fair Matilda sank him to the grave
In manhood's prime. But soon did righteous Heaven
With tears, with sharp remorse, and pining care
Avenge her falsehood. Nor could all the gold
And nuptial pomp, which lured her plighted faith 20
From Edmund to a loftier husband's home,
Relieve her breaking heart, or turn aside
The strokes of death. Go, traveller, relate
The mournful story. Haply some fair maid
May hold it in remembrance, and be taught 25
That riches cannot pay for truth or love.

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W. L. BOWLES

----I yet remain
To mourn the hours of youth (yet mourn in vain)
That fled neglected: wisely thou hast trod
The better path--and that high meed which God
Assign'd to virtue, tow'ring from the dust, 5
Shall wait thy rising, Spirit pure and just!

O God! how sweet it were to think, that all
Who silent mourn around this gloomy ball
Might hear the voice of joy;--but 'tis the will
Of man's great Author, that thro' good and ill 10
Calm he should hold his course, and so sustain
His varied lot of pleasure, toil and pain!

1793

['These lines,' which 'were found in Mr. Coleridge's handwriting in one of the Prayer Books in the Chapel of Jesus College, Cambridge,' were first published in _Lit. Rem._, 1836, i. 34. They were first collected in _P. W._, 1885, i. 127. The first six lines are (see _P. W._, 1893, p. 474) taken from Bowles's elegy 'On the Death of Henry Headley'. J. D. Campbell surmised that the last six lines 'practically belonged to the same poem', but of this there is no evidence. The note of the elegy is a lament for the 'untimely sorrow' which had befallen an innocent sufferer, and the additional lines, which Coleridge composed or quoted, moralized the theme.

_Note._ Bowles wrote, I, alas, remain (l. 1), and 'Ordain'd for virtue' (l. 5).]

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NAPOLEON

Then we may thank ourselves,
Who spell-bound by the magic name of Peace
Dream golden dreams. Go, warlike Britain, go,
For the grey olive-branch change thy green laurels:
Hang up thy rusty helmet, that the bee 5
May have a hive, or spider find a loom!
Instead of doubling drum and thrilling fife
Be lull'd in lady's lap with amorous flutes:
But for Napoleon, know, he'll scorn this calm:
The ruddy planet at _his_ birth bore sway, 10
Sanguine adust his humour, and wild fire
His ruling element. Rage, revenge, and cunning
Make up the temper of this Captain's valour.

_Adapted from an old Play._

First published in _The Friend_, 1818, ii. 115. In later editions the word 'Adapted' was omitted. First collected in 1893.

J. D. Campbell (_P. W._, 1893, p. 473) suggests that the 'calm' was, probably, the 'Peace of Amiens'.