Her eyes she fix'd on guilty Florio first, 1789.* I YET remain To mourn the hours of youth (yet mourn in vain) O God! how sweet it were to think, that all 1793.+ This copy of verses was written at Christ's Hospital, and transcribed, honoris causa, into the book kept by the head-master, Mr. Bowyer, for that purpose. They are printed by Mr. Trollope in p. 192 of his History of the Hospital, published in 1834. Ed. These lines were found in Mr. Coleridge's hand-writing in one of the Prayer Books in the chapel of Jesus College, Cambridge. Ed. TO THE REV. W. J. HORT.* HUSH! ye clamorous cares, be mute! Breathe that passion-warbled strain; O skill'd with magic spell to roll The thrilling tones that concentrate the soul! In freedom's undivided dell, Where toil and health with mellow'd love shall dwell Far from folly, far from men, In the rude romantic glen, Up the cliff, and through the glade, And ponder on thee far away; Still as she bids those thrilling notes aspire 1794. * Mr. Hort was a Unitarian clergyman, and in 1794 second master in Mr. (afterwards Dr.) Estlin's school on St. Michael's Hill, Bristol. Ed. TO CHARLES LAMB, WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM. THUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme And of the heart those hidden maladies- This line and the six and a half which follow are printed, by mistake, as a fragment in the first volume of the Poetical Works, 1834, p. 35. Ed. Aught to implore were impotence of mind !)* "I utterly recant the sentiment contained in the lines, 1794. it being written in Scripture, Ask, and it shall be given you! and my human reason being, moreover, convinced of the propriety of offering petitions as well as thanksgivings to Deity." S. T. C. 1797. "I will add, at the risk of appearing to dwell too long on religious topics, that on this my first introduction to Coleridge, he reverted with strong compunction to a sentiment which he had expressed in earlier days upon prayer. In one of his youthful poems, speaking of God, he had said, Of whose all-seeing eye Aught to demand were impotence of mind." This sentiment he now so utterly condemned, that, on the contrary, he told me, as his own peculiar opinion, that the act of praying was the highest energy of which the human heart was capable-praying, that is, with the total concentration of the faculties; and the great mass of worldly men and of learned men he pronounced absolutely incapable of praying." Mr. De Quincey in Tait's Magazine, September, 1834, p. 515. "Mr. Coleridge, within two years of his death, very solemnly declared to me his conviction upon the same subject. I was sitting by his bed-side one afternoon, and he fell-an unusual thing for him-into a long account of many passages of his past life, lamenting some things, condemning others, but complaining withal, though very gently, of the way in which many of his most innocent acts had been cruelly misrepresented. But I have no difficulty,' said he, 'in forgiveness; indeed, I know not how to say with sincerity the clause in the Lord's Prayer, which asks forgiveness as we forgive. I feel nothing answering to it in my heart. Neither do I find, or reckon, the most solemn faith in God as a real object, the most arduous act of the reason and will ;-O no! my dear, it is to pray, to pray as God would have us; this is what at times makes me turn cold to my soul. Believe me, to pray with all your heart and strength, with the reason and the will, to believe vividly that God will listen to your voice through Christ, and verily do the thing he pleaseth thereupon-this is the last, the greatest achievement of the Christian's warfare on earth. Teach us to pray, O Lord!' And then he burst into a flood of tears, and begged me to pray for him. O what a sight was there!" Table Talk, vol. i. p. 162, n. Ed. TO THE NIGHTINGALE. SISTER of lovelorn poets, Philomel! My Sara-best beloved of human kind! 1794. |