How loudly his sweet voice he rears! That come from a far Contrée. He kneels at morn and noon and eve- The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk, Where are those lights so many and fair 'Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— I never saw aught like to them 'The skeletons of leaves that lag When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.' 'Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look'— (The Pilot made reply) 'I am afear'd'-'Push on, push on !' The Boat came closer to the Ship, The Boat came close beneath the Ship, Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay; Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, Like one that hath been seven days drown'd But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl where sank the Ship, I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while 'Ha ha!' quoth he-'full plain I see, The devil knows how to row.' And now all in mine own Countrée The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!' Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd And then it left me free. Since then at an uncertain hour, That anguish comes and makes me tell I pass, like night, from land to land; What loud uproar bursts from that door! But in the Garden-bower the Bride O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been O sweeter than the Marriage-feast, To walk together to the Kirk To walk together to the Kirk While each to his great father bends, He prayeth best who loveth best, All things both great and small : The Marinere, whose eye is bright, He went, like one that hath been stunn'd A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. NOTES. PAGE 1.-THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. THE following interesting notices concerning "The Ancient Mariner" are contained in a letter of the Rev. Alexander Dyce, the well-known admirable Editor of old Plays, to the late H. N. Coleridge: "When my truly honoured friend Mr. Wordsworth was last in London, soon after the appearance of De Quincey's papers in Tait's Magazine,' he dined with me in Gray's Inn, and made the following statement, which, I am quite sure, I give you correctly: "The Ancient Mariner was founded on a strange dream, which a friend of Coleridge had, who fancied he saw a skeleton ship, with figures in it. We had both determined to write some poetry for a monthly magazine, the profits of which were to defray the expenses of a little excursion we were to make together. "The Ancient Mariner" was intended for this periodical, but was too long. I had very little share in the composition of it, for I soon found that the style of Coleridge and myself would not assimilate. Besides the lines (in the fourth part), "And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand," I wrote the stanza (in the first part),— "He holds him with his glittering eye- I See and four or five lines more in different parts of the poem, which I could not now point out. The idea of "shooting an albatross" was mine; for I had been reading Shelvocke's Voyages, which probably Coleridge never saw. also suggested the reanimation of the dead bodies, to work the ship. also "Memoirs of William Wordsworth," by Dr. Christopher Wordsworth, vol. i., chap. xi., p. 107-8. M PAGE 41.-FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE. The early date assigned to these exquisite lines is derived from a memorandum of the author. "Relics of my School-boy Muse; ie., fragments of poems composed before my fifteenth year. LOVE'S FIRST HOPE 'O fair is Love's first hope,' &c. The concluding stanza of an Elegy on a Lady, who died in early youth : O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh; I wipe the dimming waters from mine eye; Even on the cold Grave lights the Cherub Hope! AGE.-A stanza written forty years later than the preceding: Dew-drops are the Gems of Morning, But the Tears of dewy Eve! S. T. C. Sept. 1827." PAGE 42.-MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON. This monody was sketched at Christ's Hospital; but meagre indeed is the boyish schema, with scarce any of the fire and felicity of the finished composition. October, 1794, is the date affixed by the author. It appears from a passage in one of Mr. Southey's letters, that seven lines and a half, toward the end of the poem, were borrowed from a young friend and fellow-poet. "Everything is in the fairest trim. Favell and Le Grice (a younger brother of Charles Lamb's Valentine Le Grice), "two young Pantisocrats of nineteen, join us. They possess great genius. You may perhaps like the sonnet on the subject of our emigration, by Favell : "No more my visionary soul shall dwell On joys that were: no more endure to weigh Wisely forgetful! O'er the ocean swell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray, The wizard Passion wears (sic) a holy spell. From precipices of distempered sleep, On which the fierce-eyed fiends their revels keep, New rays of pleasure trembling to the heart." Southey's Life and Correspondence, vol. i., p. 224. At the end of the Preface to the edition of 1796, Mr. Coleridge acknowledges himself indebted to Mr. Favell for the "rough sketch" of Effusion XVI.,— "Sweet Mercy! how my weary heart has bled;" and to the author of "Joan of Arc" for the first half of Effusion XV., "Pale Roamer through the night," &c. It is remarkable that when these obligations were particularised, the passage borrowed from the Monody should not have been referred to its author. But this is but one of a thousand instances that could be given of Mr. Coleridge's partial and uncertain (though in some respects powerful) memory. In 1803 he published, without signature, among his own productions, Mr. Lamb's Sonnet to Mrs. Siddons, which had appeared in the edition of 1796, signed C. L., and in 1797 in Lamb's portion of the joint volume. PAGE 46.-SONNET. This and the following Sonnet, to "Stanhope," were among the pieces withdrawn from the second edition of 1797. They reappeared in the edition of 1803, and were again withdrawn in 1828, solely, it may be presumed, on account of their political vehemence. They will excite no angry feelings, and lead to no misapprehensions now; and as they are fully equal to their companions in poetical merit, the Editors have not scrupled to reproduce them. These Sonnets were originally entitled "Effusions." PAGE 134.-THE PAINS OF SLEEP. This poem was first published, with the "Kubla Khan," in 1816, with the following notice :-"As a contrast to this vision I have annexed a fragment of a very different character, describing with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease." It has been recently ascertained to have been written in 1803. PAGE 136.-YOUTH AND AGE. With respect to the date of the admired composition "Youth and Age," memories and opinions differ. It is the impression of the writer of this note that the first stanza, from "Verse, a breeze," to "liv'd in't together," was produced as late as 1824, and that it was subsequently prefixed to the second stanza, "Flowers are lovely," which is said to have been composed many years before. It appears, from the Author's own statement, already quoted, that the last verse was not added till 1827, to which period the poem, considered as a whole, may very well be assigned. PAGE 160.-TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER. DER EPISCHE HEXAMETER. Schwindelnd trägt er dich fort auf rastlos strömenden Wogen; DAS DISTICHON. Im Hexameter steigt des Spring-quells flüssige Saüle; |