His solemn grief, like the slow cloud at sunset, Pierced thro' and saturate with the rays of mind. Within these circling hollies, woodbine-clad— eye, Yet will my heart for days continue glad, For here, my love, thou art, and here am I! Each crime that once estranges from the virtues A Sober Statement of Human Life, or the A chance may win what by mischance was lost; Few all they need, but none have all they wish : Translation of a Latin Inscription by the Rev. W. L. Bowles in Nether Stowey Church.* Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife To the deep quiet of celestial life! *Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. i. p. 50. 1 Depart!-Affection's self reproves the tear 1805. 1825. 1826. Epilogue to The Rash Conjuror, We ask and urge-(here ends the story!) That this unhappy Conjuror may, Long live the Pope!* Sentimental.t The rose that blushes like the morn And so dost thou, sweet infant corn, But on the rose there grows a thorn And so dost thou, remorseless corn, The Alternative.t This way or that, ye Powers above me! Did Enna either really love me, Or cease to think she did. * Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. i. p. 52. + lb. vol. i. p. 59. Written on a fly-leaf of a copy of "Field on the Church," folio, 1628, under the name of a former possessor of the volume inscribed thus: "Hannah Scollock, her book, February 10, 1787.” This, Hannah Scollock! may have been the case; Your writing therefore I will not erase. But now this book, once yours, belongs to me, Translation of a Fragment of Heraclitus. -Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric, "The angel's like a flea, The devil is a bore;-" No matter for that! quoth S.T.C., I love him the better therefore.‡ * Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. iii. pp. 57, 58. † lb., vol. iii. p. 419. talk. lb., vol. iv. p. 52. Written in a copy of Luther's Table EPIGRAMS. I. On a late Marriage between an Old Maid and a French Petit Maître. Though Miss -'s match is a subject of mirth, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth II. On an Amorous Doctor. From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart In short, unless she pities his afflictions, Despair will make him take his own prescriptions.* III. Of smart pretty fellows in Bristol are numbers, some Who so modish are grown, that they think plain sense cumbersome; And lest they should seem to be queer or ridiculous, They affect to believe neither God or old Nicholas !† * The Watchman, April 2, 1796; Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. i. pp. 45, 46. + The Watchman, ubi suprà (in the course of a Letter signed S. T. Coleridge). SONNET On receiving a letter informing me of the birth of a son.* When they did greet me father, sudden awe And he be born again, a child of God! Sept. 20, 1796. On Deputy.t By many a booby's vengeance bit, LABERIUS. * Enclosed in a letter to Thomas Poole. Printed in the Biographical Supplement to Biographia Literaria (Vide anteà, vol. i. pp. 149-151). + Morning Post, January 2, 1798. |