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And these gray rocks; this household lawn; And from the infernal gods, ʼmid shades forlorn These trees, a veil just half withdrawn;

Of night, my slaughtered lord have I required : This fall of water, that doth make

Celestial pity I again implore ;
A murmur near the silent lake;

Restore him to my sight-great Jove, restore!'
This little bay, a quiet road
That holds in shelter thy abode-

So speaking, and by fervent love endowed
In truth, together do ye seem

With faith, the suppliant heavenward lifts her hands; Like something fashioned in a dream ;

While, like the sun emerging from a cloud, Such forms as from their covert peep

Her countenance brightens and her eye expands; When earthly cares are laid asleep!

Her bosom heaves and spreads, her stature grows; Yet, dream or vision as thou art,

And she expects the issue in repose. I bless thee with a human heart :

O terror! what hath she perceived ?-O joy! God shield thee to thy latest years !

What doth she look on ?-whom doth she behold ? I neither know thee nor thy peers ;

Her hero slain upon the beach of Troy? And yet my eyes are filled with tears.

His vital presence? his corporeal mould ? With earnest feeling I shall pray

It is—if sense deceive her not-'tis he!
For thee when I am far away :

And a god leads him, winged Mercury !
For never saw I mien or face,
In which more plainly I could trace

Mild Hermes spake, and touched her with his wand Benignity and homebred sense

That calms all fear : ‘Such grace hath crowned thy Ripening in perfect innocence.

prayer, Here scattered, like a random seed,

Laodamia ! that at Jove's command Remote from men, thou dost not need

Thy husband walks the paths of upper air ; The embarrassed look of shy distress

He comes to tarry with thee three hours' space ; And maidenly shamefacedness :

Accept the gist ; behold him face to face !
Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear
The freedom of a mountaineer :

Forth sprang the impassioned queen her lord to clasp, A face with gladness overspread!

Again that consummation she essayed ; Soft smiles, by human kindness bred !

But unsubstantial Form eludes her grasp And seemliness complete, that sways

As often as that eager grasp was made. Thy courtesies, about thee plays ;

The phantom parts—but parts to reunite, With no restraint, but such as springs

And reassume his place before her sight. From quick and eager visitings

• Protesiláus, lo! thy guide is gone! Of thoughts that lie beyond the reach Of thy few words of English speech :

Confirm, I pray, the vision with thy voice.

This is our palace--yonder is thy throne ;
A bondage sweetly brooked, a strise
That gives thy gestures grace and life!

Speak, and the floor thou tread'st on will rejoice. So have I, not unmoved in mind,

Not to appal me have the gods bestowed

This precious boon; and blest a sad abode.'
Seen birds of tempest-loving kind,
Thus beating up against the wind.

'Great Jove, Laodamia, doth not leave What hand but would a garland cull

His gists imperfect. Spectre though I be, For thee who art so beautiful ?

I am not sent to scare thee or deceive ; O happy pleasure ! here to dwell

But in reward of thy fidelity. Beside thee in some heathy dell ;

And something also did my worth obtain ;
Adopt your homely ways, and dress

For fearless virtue bringeth boundless gain.
A shepherd, thou a shepherdess !
But I could frame a wish for thee

'Thou knowest, the Delphic oracle foretold More like a grave reality :

That the first Greek who touched the Trojan strand Thou art to me but as a wave

Should die : but me the threat could not withhold: Of the wild sea; and I would have

A generous cause a victim did demand ; Some claim upon thee, if I could,

And forth I leapt upon the sandy plain;
Though but of common neighbourhood.

A self-devoted chief-by Hector slain.'
What joy to hear thee, and to see !
Thy elder brother I would be-

'Supreme of heroes ; bravest, noblest, best! Thy father-anything to thee!

Thy matchless courage I bewail no more, Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace

Which then, when tens of thousands were depressed Hath led me to this lonely place.

By doubt, propelled thee to the fatal shore ; Joy have I had ; and going hence,

Thou found'st-and I forgive thee-here thou artI bear away my recompense.

A nobler counsellor than my poor heart. In spots like these it is we prize

* But thou, though capable of sternest deed, Our memory, feel that she hath eyes :

Wert kind as resolute, and good as brave; Then, why should I be loath to stir ?

And he, whose power restores thee, hath decreed I feel this place was made for her ;

That thou shouldst cheat the malice of the grave. To give new pleasure like the past,

Redundant are thy locks, thy lips as fair
Continued long as life shall last.

As when their breath enriched Thessalian air.
Nor am I loath, though pleased at heart,
Sweet Highland girl! from thee to part;

No spectre greets me—no vain shadow this ;
For I, methinks, till I grow old,

Come, blooming hero, place thee by my side! As fair before me shall behold,

Give, on this well-known couch, one nuptial kiss As I do now, the cabin small,

To me, this day, a second time thy bride!' The lake, the bay, the waterfall ;

Jove frowned in heaven; the conscious Parcæ threw And thee, the spirit of them all !

Upon those roseate lips a Stygian hue.
Laodamia.

'This visage tells thee that my doom is past ;

Nor should the change be mourned, even if the joys With sacrifice before the rising morn,

Of sense were able to return as fast Vows have I made by fruitless hope inspired ;

And surely as they vanish. Earth destroys

vain ;

Those raptures duly-Erebus disdains ;

Old frailties then recurred; but lofty thought, Calm pleasures there abide-majestic pains.

In act embodied, my deliverance wrought. * Be taught, O faithful consort, to control

"And thou, though strong in love, art all too weak Rebellious passion ; for the gods approve

In reason, in self-government too slow ; The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ;

I counsel thee by fortitude to seek A fervent, not ungovernable love.

Our blest reunion in the shades below. Thy transports moderate ; and meekly mourn

The invisible world with thee hath sympathised ; When I depart, for brief is my sojourn.'

Be thy affections raised and solemnised. “Ah, wherefore ? Did not Hercules by force

'Learn, by a mortal yearning, to ascendWrest from the guardian monster of the tomb

Seeking a higher object. Love was given,

Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ;
Alcestis, a reanimated corse,

For this the passion to excess was driven,
Given back to dwell on earth in vernal bloom?
Medea's spells dispersed the weight of years,

That self might be annulled : her bondage prove And Æson stood a youth ’mid youthful peers.

The fetters of a dream, opposed to love."

Aloud she shrieked ; for Hermes reappears ! 'The gods to us are merciful; and they

Round the dear shade she would have clung; 'tis Yet further may relent ; for mightier far Than strength of nerve and sinew, or the sway

The hours are past-too brief had they been years ; Of magic potent over sun and star,

And him no mortal effort can detain : Is love, though oft to agony distressed,

Swift toward the realms that know not earthly day, And though his favourite seat be seeble woman's

He through the portal takes his silent way, breast.

And on the palace-floor a lifeless corse she lay. 'But if thou goest, I follow.' 'Peace!' he said ; By no weak pity might the gods be moved ; She looked upon him, and was calmed and cheered ;

She who thus perished, not without the crime The ghastly colour from his lips had fled.

Of lovers that in reason's spite have loved, In his deportment, shape, and mien appeared

Was doomed to wear out her appointed time Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,

Apart from happy ghosts, that gather flowers Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers. He spake of love, such love as spirits feel

- Yet tears to human suffering are due ; In worlds whose course is equable and pure ;

And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown No fears to beat away, no strise to heal,

Are mourned by man, and not by man alone, The past unsighed for, and the future sure ;

As fondly he believes. Upon the side Spake of heroic arts in graver mood

Of Hellespont (such faith was entertained) Revived, with finer harmony pursued.

A knot of spiry trees for ages grew

From out the tomb of him for whom she died ; Of all that is most beauteous-imaged there

And ever, when such stature they had gained, In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams,

That Ilium's walls were subject to their view, An ampler ether, a diviner air,

The trees' tall summits withered at the sight-
And fields invested with purpureal gleams;

A constant interchange of growth and blight!
Climes which the sun, who sheds the brightest day
Earth knows, is all unworthy to survey.

Memoirs of Wordsworth were published in 1851,

two volumes, by the poet's nephew, CHRISTOPHER Yet there the soul shall enter which hath earned

WORDSWORTH, D.D. This is rather a meagre, That privilege by virtue. “III,' said he, “The end of man's existence I discerned,

unsatisfactory work, but no better has since apWho from ignoble games and revelry,

peared. Many interesting anecdotes, reports of Could draw, when we had parted, vain delight,

conversation, letters, &c. will be found in the While tears were thy best pastime, day and night : Diary of Henry Crabb Robinson, 1869. In 1874

was published Recollections of a Tour made in * And while my youthful peers before my eyes- Scotland, A.D. 1803, by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH, Each hero following his peculiar bent

sister of the poet, to whose talents and observaPrepared themselves for glorious enterprise

tion, no less than to her devoted affection, her By martial sports ; or, seated in the tent,

brother was largely indebted. Chieftains and kings in council were detained What time the fleet at Aulis lay enchained. * The wished-for wind was given : I then revolved

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. The oracle upon the silent sea ;

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, a profound And, if no worthier led the way, resolved

thinker and rich imaginative poet, enjoyed a high That, of a thousand vessels, mine should be The foremost prow in pressing to the strand

reputation during the latter years of his life for Mine the first blood that tinged the Trojan sand.

his colloquial eloquence and metaphysical and

critical powers, of which only a few fragmentary * Yet bitter, ofttimes bitter was the pang,

specimens remain. His poetry also indicated more When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife !

than was achieved. Visions of grace, tenderness, On thee too fondly did my memory hang,

and majesty seem ever to have haunted him. And on the joys we shared in mortal life;

Some of these he embodied in exquisite verse; The paths which we had trod—these fountains, but he wanted concentration and steadiness of

flowers ; My new-planned cities, and unfinished towers.

purpose to avail himself sufficiently of his intel

lectual riches. A happier destiny was also perhaps * But should suspense permit the foe to cry,

wanting ; for much of Coleridge's life was spent “ Behold they tremble ! haughty their array ; in poverty and dependence, amidst disappointYet of their number no one dares to die !"

ment and ill-health, and in the irregularity caused In soul I swept the indignity away :

by an unfortunate and excessive use of opium,

a

which tyrannised over him for many years with Coleridge, with a military air, inquired : “What's unrelenting severity. Amidst daily drudgery for your name, sir?” “ Comberbach.” (The name he the periodical press, and in nightly dreams dis- had assumed.) “What do you come here for, tempered and feverish, he wasted, to use his own sir ?" as if doubting whether he had any business expression, the prime and manhood of his intel- there. “Sir,” said Coleridge, "for what most lect. The poet was a native of Devonshire, born other persons come-to be made a soldier.” “Do on the 20th of October 1772 at Ottery St Mary, of you think,” said the general, "you can run which parish his father was vicar. He received Frenchman through the body?” “I do not know," the principal part of his education at Christ's replied Coleridge, “as I never tried ; but I'll let Hospital, where he had Charles Lamb for a school. a Frenchman run me through the body before I 'll fellow. He describes himself as being, from eight run away.” “ That will do,” said the general, and to fourteen, “a playless day-dreamer, a helluo Coleridge was turned into the ranks.' The poet librorum ;' and in this instance, the child was made a poor dragoon, and never advanced beyond father of the man,' for such was Coleridge to the the awkward squad. He wrote letters, however, for end of his life. A stranger whom he had acci- all his comrades, and they attended to his horse dentally met one day on the streets of London, and accoutrements. After four months' serviceand who was struck with his conversation, made December 1793 to April 1794—the history and him free of a circulating library, and he read circumstances of Coleridge became known. Acthrough the catalogue, folios and all

. At fourteen, cording to one account, he had written under his he had, like Gibbon, a stock of erudition that saddle on the stable-wall, Eheu! quam infortunii might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of miserrimum est fuisse felicem, which led to inquiry ignorance of which a school-boy would have been on the part of the captain of his troop, who had ashamed. He had no ambition ; his father was more regard for the classics than Ensign Northerdead, and he actually thought of apprenticing ton in Tom Jones. Another account attributes himself to a shoemaker who lived near the the termination of his military career to a chance school. The head-master, Bowyer interfered, recognition on the street. His family being and prevented this additional honour to the craft apprised of his situation, his discharge was of St Crispin, made illustrious by Gifford and obtained on the roth of April 1794.* He seems Bloomfield. Coleridge became deputy-Grecian, then to have set about publishing his Juvenile or head-scholar, and obtained an exhibition or Poems by subscription, and while at Oxford in presentation from Christ's Hospital to Jesus June of the same year, he met with Southey, and College, Cambridge, where he remained from 1791 an intimacy immediately sprung up between them. to 1793. In his first year at college he gained the Coleridge was then an ardent republican and a Brown gold medal for the Greek ode; next year he Socinian-full of high hopes and anticipations, stood for the Craven scholarship, but lost it; and the golden exhalations of the dawn.' In conjuncin 1793 he was again unsuccessful in a competition tion with his new friend Southey ; with Robert for the Greek ode on astronomy. By this time he Lovell, the son of a wealthy Quaker ; George bad incurred some debts, not amounting to £100 ; Burnett, a fellow-collegian from Somersetshire ; but this so weighed on his mind and spirits, that Robert Allen, then at Corpus Christi College; and he suddenly left college, and went to London. He Edmund Seaward, of a Herefordshire family, also had also become obnoxious to his superiors from a fellow-collegian, Coleridge planned and proposed his attachment to the principles of the French to carry out a scheme of emigration to America. Revolution.

They were to found in the New World a Pantisoc

racy, or state of society in which each was to have When France in wrath her giant-limbs upreared, his portion of work, and their wives-all were to

And with that oath which smote air, earth, and sea, be married were to cook and perform domestic

Stamped her strong foot, and said she would be free, offices, the poets cultivating literature in their Bear witness for me, how I hoped and feared ! With what a joy my lofty gratulation

hours of leisure, with neither king nor priest to Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band :

mar their felicity. “From building castles in the And when to whelm the disenchanted nation,

air,' as Southey has said, 'to framing commonLike fiends embattled by a wizard's wand,

wealths was an easy transition.' For some months The monarchs marched in evil day,

this delusion lasted; but funds were wanting, and And Britain joined the dire array ;

could not be readily raised. Southey and ColeThough dear her shores and circling ocean, ridge gave a course of public lectures, and wrote a Though many friendships, many youthful loves tragedy on the Fall of Robespierre, and the former Had swollen the patriot emotion,

soon afterwards proceeding with his uncle to Spain And flung a magic light o'er all her hills and groves, and Portugal, the Pantisocratic scheme was Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat

abandoned. Coleridge and Southey married two To all that braved the tyrant-quelling lance,

sisters-Lovell, who died in the following year, And shame too long delayed, and vain retreat ! For ne'er, O Liberty! with partial aim

had previously been married to a third sisterI dimmed thy light, or damped thy holy flame ;

ladies of the name of Fricker, amiable, but wholly But blest the pæans of delivered France,

without fortune. And hung my head, and wept at Britain's name.

Coleridge, still ardent, wrote two political

France, an Ode. pamphlets, concluding that truth should be In London, Coleridge soon felt himself forlorn Miss Mitford states that the arrangement for Coleridge's disand destitute, and he enlisted as a soldier in the charge was made at her father's house at Reading, Captain Ogle 15th, Elliot's Light Dragoons. 'On his arrival at

-in whose troop the poet served--related at table one day the

story of the learned recruit, when it was resolved to make exertions the quarters of the regiment,' says his friend and for his discharge. There would have been some difficulty in the biographer, Mr Gillman, “the general of the dis- case, had not one of the servants waiting at table been induced to spoken at all times, but more especially at those 1798, the 'generous and munificent patronage' of times when to speak truth is dangerous. He Messrs Josiah and Thomas Wedgwood, Staffordestablished also a periodical in prose and verse, shire, enabled the poet to proceed to Germany to entitled The Watchman, with the motto, “That all complete his education, and he resided there might know the truth, and that the truth might fourteen months. At Ratzeburg and Göttingen make us free.' He watched in vain. Coleridge's he acquired a well-grounded knowledge of the incurable want of order and punctuality, and German language and literature, and was conhis philosophical theories, tired out and disgusted firmed in his bias towards philosophical and metahis readers, and the work was discontinued after physical studies. On his return in 1800, he found the ninth number. Of the unsaleable nature of Southey established at Keswick, and Wordsworth this publication, he relates an amusing illustration. at Grasmere. He went to live with the former, and Happening one day to rise at an earlier hour than there his opinions underwent a total change. The usual, he observed his servant-girl putting an ex- Jacobin became a royalist, and the Unitarian a travagant quantity of paper into the grate, in order warm and devoted believer in the Trinity. In the to light the fire, and he mildly checked her for her same year he published his translation of Schiller's wastefulness. La, sir,' replied Nanny, 'why, it is Wallenstein, into which he had thrown some of only Watchmen.' He went to reside in a cottage the finest graces of his own fancy. The following at Nether Stowey, at the foot of the Quantock passage may be considered a revelation of ColeHills-a rural retreat which he has commemor- ridge's poetical faith and belief, conveyed in lanated in his poetry :

enlist in his place. The poet, Miss Mitford says, never forgot her trict inspected the recruits, and looking hard at father's zeal in the cause.

guage picturesque and musical And now, beloved Stowey! I behold

Oh! never rudely will I blame his faith Thy church-tower

, and, methinks, the four huge elms In the might of stars and angels ! 'Tis not merely Clustering, which mark the mansion of my friends; The human being's pride that peoples space And close behind them, hidden from my view,

With life and mystical predominance ; Is my own lowly cottage, where my babe

Since likewise for the stricken heart of love And my babe's mother dwell in peace ! With light This visible nature, and this common world, And quickened footsteps thitherward I tread.

Is all too narrow : yea, a deeper import At Stowey, Coleridge wrote some of his most

Lurks in the legend told my infant years, beautiful poetry-his Ode on the Departing Year;

Than lies upon that truth we live to learn. Fears in Solitude; France, an Ode; Frost at Mid

For fable is Love's world, his house, his birthplace ;

Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays, and talismans, night; the first part of Christabel; the Ancient

The Mariner; and his tragedy of Remorse.

And spirits; and delightedly believes

Divinities, being himself divine. luxuriant fulness and individuality of his poetry

The intelligible forms of ancient poets, shews that he was then happy, no less than cager, The fair humanities of old religion, in his studies. Wordsworth thus described his

The power, the beauty, and the majesty, appearance :

That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, A noticeable man with large grey eyes,

Or forest, by slow stream, or pebbly spring, And a pale face that seemed undoubtedly

Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished. As if a blooming face it ought to be ;

They live no longer in the faith of reason ! Heavy his low-hung lip did oft appear

But still the heart doth need a language ; still Depressed by weight of musing Phantasy ;

Doth the old instinct bring back the old names ; Profound his forehead was, but not severe.

And to yon starry world they now are gone,

Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth The two or three years spent at Stowey seem to

With man as with their friend ; and to the lover, have been at once the most felicitous and the most

Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky illustrious of Coleridge's literary life. He had estab- Shoot influence down ; and even at this day lished his name for ever, though it was long in 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, struggling to distinction. During his residence at And Venus who brings everything that's fair. Stowey, the poet officiated as Unitarian preacher at Taunton, and afterwards at Shrewsbury.* In The lines which we have printed in Italics are an * Hazlitt walked ten miles in a winter day to hear Coleridge-another German poetical translator-thus liter

expansion of two of Schiller's, which Mr Hayward Tooth Psalm, and when it was done, Mr Coleridge rose and

gave ally renders : out his text: “He departed again into a mountain himself alone." As he gave out this text, his voice rose like a stream of rich distilled The old fable-existences are no more ; perfumes; and when he came to the last two words, which he pro

The fascinating race has emigrated (wandered out or nounced loud, deep, and distinct, it seemed to me, who was then young, as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the human heart, and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe. The idea of St John came into my mind, of

As a means of subsistence, Coleridge relucone crying in the wilderness, who had his loins girt about, and tantly consented to undertake the literary and launched into his subject like an cagle dallying with the wind. political department of the Morning Post, in which The sermon was upon peace and war-upon church and state--not he supported the measures of government. In their alliance, but their separation-on the spirit of the world and 1804, we find him in Malta, secretary to the another. He talked of those who had inscribed the cross of Christ governor, Sir Alexander Ball. He held this office on banners dripping with human gore! He made a poetical and pas. only nine months, and, after a tour in Italy, toral excursion-and to shew the latal effects of war, drew a striking returned to England to resume his precarious or sitting under the hawthorn, piping to his flock, as though he labours as an author and lecturer. The desultory, should never be old, and the same poor country lad, crimped, kid, irregular habits of the poet, caused partly by his into a wretched drummer boy, with his hair sticking on end with addiction to opium, and the dreamy indolence powder and pomatum, a long que at his back, and tricked out in and procrastination which marked him throughthe finery of the profession of blood :

out life, seem to have frustrated every chance and “Such were the notes our once loved poet sung :" and, for myself

, I could not have been more delighted if I had opportunity of self-advancement. Living again at heard the music of the spheres.'

Grasmere, he issued a second periodical, The

away)..

Friend, which extended to twenty-seven numbers. times committing a golden thought to the blank The essays were sometimes acute and eloquent, leaf of a book or to a private letter, but generally but as often rhapsodical, imperfect, and full of content with oral communication--the poet's time German mysticism. In 1816, chiefly at the recom- glided past. He had found an asylum in the mendation of Lord Byron, the 'wild and wondrous house of a private friend, Mr James Gillman, tale' of Christabel was published. The first part, surgeon, Highgate, where he resided for the last as we have mentioned, was written at Stowey as nineteen years of his life. Here he was visited far back as 1797, and a second had been added by numerous friends and admirers, who were happy on his return from Germany in 1800. The poem to listen to his inspired monologues, which he was still unfinished ; but it would have been poured forth with exhaustless fecundity. We almost as difficult to complete the Faëry Queen, believe,' says one of these rapt and enthusiastic as to continue in the same spirit that witching listeners, it has not been the lot of any other strain of supernatural fancy and melodious verse. literary man in England, since Dr Johnson, to Another drama, Zapoyla-founded on the Winter's command the devoted admiration and steady zeal Tale-was published by Coleridge in 1818, and, of so many and such widely differing discipleswith the exception of some minor poems, com- some of them having become, and others being pletes his poetical works. He wrote several char- likely to become, fresh and independent sources acteristic prose disquisitions-The Statesman's of light and moral action in themselves upon the Manual, or the Bible the Best Guide to Political principles of their common master. One half of Skill and Foresight; A Lay Sermon (1816); A these affectionate disciples have learned their Second Lay Sermon, addressed to the Higher lessons of philosophy from the teacher's mouth. and Middle Classes, on the existing Distresses and He has been to them as an old oracle of the Discontents (1817); Biographia Literaria, two academy or Lyceum. The fulness, the inwardness, volumes (1817); Aids to Reflection (1825); On the the ultimate scope of his doctrines, has never yet Constitution of the Church and State (1830) ; &c. been published in print, and, if disclosed, it has He meditated a great theological and philosophical been from time to time in the higher moments work, his magnum opus, on Christianity as the of conversation, when occasion, and mood, and only revelation of permanent and universal valid person begot an exalted crisis. More than once ity, which was to reduce all knowledge into has Mr Coleridge said that, with pen in hand, he harmony'-to 'unite the insulated fragments of felt a chousand checks and difficulties in the truth, and therewith to frame a perfect mirror.' expression of his meaning ; but that-authorship He planned also an epic poem on the destruction aside-he never found the smallest hitch or imof Jerusalem, which he considered the only sub-pediment in the fullest utterance of his most subtle ject now remaining for an epic poem ; a subject fancies by word of mouth. His abstrusest thoughts which, like Milton's Fall of Man, should interest became rhythmical and clear when chanted to all Christendom, as the Homeric War of Troy their own music.'* Mr Coleridge died at Highinterested all Greece. 'Here,' said he, 'there gate on the 25th of July 1834. In the preceding would be the completion of the prophecies; the winter he had written the following epitaph, striktermination of the first revealed national religion ing from its simplicity and humility, for himself : under the violent assault of paganism, itself the immediate forerunner and condition of the spread

Stop, Christian passer-by! Stop, child of God! of a revealed mundane religion ; and then you

And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod would have the character of the Roman and the

A poet lies, or that which once seemed he

Oh ! lift a thought in prayer for S. T. C. ! Jew; and the awfulness, the completeness, the That he, who many a year, with toil of breath, justice. I schemed it at twenty-five, but, alas ! Found death in life, may here find life in death! venturum expectat. This ambition to execute Mercy for praise—to be forgiven for fame, some great work, and his constitutional infirmity He asked and hoped through Christ-do thou the of purpose, which made him defer or recoil from such an effort, he has portrayed with great beauty It is characteristic of this remarkable man that and pathos in an address to Wordsworth, com- on the last evening of his life (as related by his posed after the latter had recited to him a poem daughter) he repeated a certain part of his ‘on the growth of an individual mind :'

religious philosophy, which he was specially Ah ! as I listened with a heart forlorn,

anxious to have accurately recorded. Immediately The pulses of my being beat anew :

on the death of Coleridge, several compilations And even as life returns upon the drowned,

were made of his table-talk, correspondence, and Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains- literary remains. His fame had been gradually Keen pangs of love, awakening as a babe Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart;

extending, and public curiosity was excited with And fears' self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope ;

respect to the genius and opinions of a man who

combined such various and dissimilar powers, and And hope that scarce would know itself from fear; Sense of past youth, and manhood come in vain ;

who was supposed capable of any task, however And genius given, and knowledge won in vain ;

gigantic. Some of these Titanic fragments are And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild, valuable-particularly his Shakspearean criticism. And all which patient toil had reared, and all

They attest his profound thought and curious Commune with thee had opened out—but flowers Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,

Quarterly Review, vol. lii. p. 5. With one so impulsive as In the same coffin, for the self-same grave!

Coleridge, and liable to fits of depression and to ill-health, these

appearances must have been very unequal. Carlyle, in his Life of These were prophetic breathings, and should be a hazy, and unintelligible. We have known three men of genius, ali

Sterling, ridicules Coleridge's monologues as generally tedious, warning to young and ardent genius. In such poets, who frequently listened to him, and yet described him as

In his happiest moods magnificent alternations of hope and despair,

and generally obscure, pedantic, and tedious. in discoursing on poetry and philosophy-some- / were harmonious and beautiful.

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same.

His voice and countenance

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