We ask and urge (here ends the story)
 All Christian Papishes to pray
 That this unhappy Conjurer may
 Instead of Hell, be but in Purgatory— 60
 For then there's Hope,—
 Long live the Pope!

Catholicus.

? 1805, ? 1814.

FOOTNOTES:

[399:1] Now first printed from one of Coleridge's Notebooks. The last stanza—the Epilogue—was first published by H. N. Coleridge as part of an 'Uncomposed Poem', in Literary Remains, 1836, i. 52: first collected in Appendix to P. and D. W., 1877-80, ii. 366. There is no conclusive evidence as to the date of composition. The handwriting, and the contents of the Notebook might suggest a date between 1813 and 1816. The verses are almost immediately preceded by a detached note printed at the close of an essay entitled 'Self-love in Religion' which is included among the 'Omniana of 1809', Literary Remains, 1834, i. 354-6: 'O magical, sympathetic, anima! [Archeus, MS.] principium hylarchichum! rationes spermaticæ! λόγοι ποιητικοί! O formidable words! And O Man! thou marvellous beast-angel! thou ambitious beggar! How pompously dost thou trick out thy very ignorance with such glorious disguises, that thou mayest seem to hide in order to worship it.'

With this piece as a whole compare Southey's 'Ballad of a Young Man that would read unlawful Books, and how he was punished'.

[399:2] A cabbalistic invocation of Jehovah, obscure in the original Hebrew. I am informed that the second word Mitzoveh may stand for 'from Sabaoth'.

A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER[401:1]

Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
 God grant me grace my prayers to say:
 O God! preserve my mother dear
 In strength and health for many a year;
 And, O! preserve my father too, 5
 And may I pay him reverence due;
 And may I my best thoughts employ
 To be my parents' hope and joy;
 And O! preserve my brothers both
 From evil doings and from sloth, 10
 And may we always love each other
 Our friends, our father, and our mother:
 And still, O Lord, to me impart
 An innocent and grateful heart,
 That after my great sleep I may 15
 Awake to thy eternal day! Amen.

1806.

FOOTNOTES:

[401:1] First published in 1852. A transcript in the handwriting of Mrs. S. T. Coleridge is in the possession of the Editor.

LINENOTES:

[3]

mother] father MS.

[5]

father] mother MS.

[6]

him] her MS.

[7-8]
And may I still my thoughts employ
 To be her comfort and her joy

MS.

[9]

O likewise keep MS.

[13]

But chiefly, Lord MS.

[15]

great] last P. W. 1877-80, 1893.

After 16 Our father, &c. MS.

METRICAL FEET[401:2]

LESSON FOR A BOY

Trōchĕe trīps frŏm lōng tŏ shōrt;
 From long to long in solemn sort
 Slōw Spōndēe stālks; strōng fo͞ot! yet ill able
 Ēvĕr tŏ cōme ŭp wĭth Dācty̆l trĭsȳllăblĕ.
 Ĭāmbĭcs mārch frŏm shōrt tŏ lōng;— 5
 Wĭth ă le͞ap ănd ă bo͞und thĕ swĭft Ānăpæ̆sts thrōng;
 [402]One syllable long, with one short at each side,
 Ămphībrăchy̆s hāstes wĭth ă stātely̆ stride;—
 Fīrst ănd lāst bēĭng lōng, mīddlĕ shōrt, Am̄phĭmācer
 Strīkes hĭs thūndērīng ho͞ofs līke ă pro͞ud hīgh-brĕd Rācer. 10
 If Derwent be innocent, steady, and wise,
 And delight in the things of earth, water, and skies;
 Tender warmth at his heart, with these metres to show it,
 With sound sense in his brains, may make Derwent a poet,—
 May crown him with fame, and must win him the love 15
 Of his father on earth and his Father above.
 My dear, dear child!
 Could you stand upon Skiddaw, you would not from its whole ridge
 See a man who so loves you as your fond S. T. Coleridge.

1806.

FOOTNOTES:

[401:2] First published in 1834. The metrical lesson was begun for Hartley Coleridge in 1806 and, afterwards, finished or adapted for the use of his brother Derwent. The Editor possesses the autograph of a metrical rendering of the Greek alphabet, entitled 'A Greek Song set to Music, and sung by Hartley Coleridge, Esq., Graecologian, philometrist and philomelist'.

LINENOTES:

Title]: The chief and most usual Metrical Feet expressed in metre and addressed to Hartley Coleridge MS. of Lines 1-7.

FAREWELL TO LOVE[402:1]

Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth;
 More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child
 Than I your form: yours were my hopes of youth,
 And as you shaped my thoughts I sighed or smiled.
[403]While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving 5
 To pleasure's secret haunts, and some apart
 Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving,
 To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart.
And when I met the maid that realised
 Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, 10
 Say, but for her if aught on earth I prized!
 Your dreams alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness.
O grief!—but farewell, Love! I will go play me
 With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me.

1806.

FOOTNOTES:

[402:1] First published in the Courier, September 27, 1806, and reprinted in the Morning Herald, October 11, 1806, and in the Gentleman's Magazine for November, 1815, vol. lxxxv, p. 448: included in Literary Remains, 1836, i. 280, and in Letters, Conversations, &c., [by T. Allsop], 1836, i. 143. First collected, appendix, 1863. This sonnet is modelled upon and in part borrowed from Lord Brooke's (Fulke Greville) Sonnet LXXIV of Coelica: and was inscribed on the margin of Charles Lamb's copy of Certain Learned and Elegant Works of the Right Honourable Fulke Lord Brooke . . . 1633, p. 284.

'Cælica'. Sonnet lxxiv.
Farewell sweet Boy, complaine not of my truth;
 Thy Mother lov'd thee not with more devotion;
 For to thy Boyes play I gave all my youth
 Yong Master, I did hope for your promotion.
While some sought Honours, Princes thoughts observing,
 Many woo'd Fame, the child of paine and anguish,
 Others judg'd inward good a chiefe deserving,
 I in thy wanton Visions joy'd to languish.
I bow'd not to thy image for succession,
 Nor bound thy bow to shoot reformed kindnesse,
 The playes of hope and feare were my confession
 The spectacles to my life was thy blindnesse:
But Cupid now farewell, I will goe play me,
 With thoughts that please me lesse, and lesse betray me.

For an adaptation of Sonnet XCIV, entitled 'Lines on a King-and-Emperor-Making King—altered from the 93rd Sonnet of Fulke Greville', vide Appendices of this edition.

LINENOTES:

[1-2]
Farewell my Love! yet blame ye not my Truth;
 More fondly never mother ey'd her child

MS. 1806.

Sweet power of Love, farewell! nor blame my truth,
 More fondly never Mother ey'd her Child

Courier, M. H.

[4]

And as you wove the dream I sigh'd or smil'd MS. 1806: And as you wove my thoughts, I sigh'd or smil'd Courier, M. H.

[5-7]
While some sought Wealth; others to Pleasure swerving,
 Many woo'd Fame: and some stood firm apart
 In joy of pride, self-conscious of deserving

MS. 1806, Courier, M. H.

[6]

haunts] haunt L. R., Letters, &c., 1836, 1863.

[8]

weak wishing] weak-wishing Courier, M. H.

[9]

that] who Courier, M. H.

[13]

will] must Courier, M. H.

TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH[403:1]

COMPOSED ON THE NIGHT AFTER HIS RECITATION OF A POEM ON
THE GROWTH OF AN INDIVIDUAL MIND

Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good!
 Into my heart have I received that Lay
 [404]More than historic, that prophetic Lay
 Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
 Of the foundations and the building up 5
 Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
 What may be told, to the understanding mind
 Revealable; and what within the mind
 By vital breathings secret as the soul
 Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart 10
 Thoughts all too deep for words!—
 Theme hard as high!
 Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious fears
 (The first-born they of Reason and twin-birth),
 Of tides obedient to external force,
 And currents self-determined, as might seem, 15
 Or by some inner Power; of moments awful,
 Now in thy inner life, and now abroad,
 [405]When power streamed from thee, and thy soul received
 The light reflected, as a light bestowed—
 Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth, 20
 Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought
 Industrious in its joy, in vales and glens
 Native or outland, lakes and famous hills!
 Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
 Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams, 25
 The guides and the companions of thy way!
Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense
 Distending wide, and man beloved as man,
 Where France in all her towns lay vibrating
 Like some becalméd bark beneath the burst 30
 Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud
 Is visible, or shadow on the main.
 For thou wert there, thine own brows garlanded,
 Amid the tremor of a realm aglow,
 Amid a mighty nation jubilant, 35
 When from the general heart of human kind
 Hope sprang forth like a full-born Deity!
 ——Of that dear Hope afflicted and struck down,
 So summoned homeward, thenceforth calm and sure
 From the dread watch-tower of man's absolute self, 40
 [406]With light unwaning on her eyes, to look
 Far on—herself a glory to behold,
 The Angel of the vision! Then (last strain)
 Of Duty, chosen Laws controlling choice,
 Action and joy!—An Orphic song indeed, 45
 A song divine of high and passionate thoughts
 To their own music chaunted!
O great Bard!
 Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air,
 With stedfast eye I viewed thee in the choir
 Of ever-enduring men. The truly great 50
 Have all one age, and from one visible space
 Shed influence! They, both in power and act,
 Are permanent, and Time is not with them,
 Save as it worketh for them, they in it.
 Nor less a sacred Roll, than those of old, 55
 And to be placed, as they, with gradual fame
 Among the archives of mankind, thy work
 Makes audible a linkéd lay of Truth,
 Of Truth profound a sweet continuous lay,
 Not learnt, but native, her own natural notes! 60
 Ah! as I listened with a heart forlorn,
 [407]The pulses of my being beat anew:
 And even as Life returns upon the drowned,
 Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of pains—
 Keen pangs of Love, awakening as a babe 65
 Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart;
 And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of Hope;
 And Hope that scarce would know itself from Fear;
 Sense of past Youth, and Manhood come in vain,
 And Genius given, and Knowledge won in vain; 70
 And all which I had culled in wood-walks wild,
 And all which patient toil had reared, and all,
 Commune with thee had opened out—but flowers
 Strewed on my corse, and borne upon my bier,
 In the same coffin, for the self-same grave! 75
That way no more! and ill beseems it me,
 Who came a welcomer in herald's guise,
 Singing of Glory, and Futurity,
 To wander back on such unhealthful road,
 Plucking the poisons of self-harm! And ill 80
 Such intertwine beseems triumphal wreaths
 Strew'd before thy advancing!
Nor do thou,
 Sage Bard! impair the memory of that hour
 Of thy communion with my nobler mind
 By pity or grief, already felt too long! 85
 Nor let my words import more blame than needs.
 The tumult rose and ceased: for Peace is nigh
 [408]Where Wisdom's voice has found a listening heart.
 Amid the howl of more than wintry storms,
 The Halcyon hears the voice of vernal hours 90
 Already on the wing.
Eve following eve,
 Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense of Home
 Is sweetest! moments for their own sake hailed
 And more desired, more precious, for thy song,
 In silence listening, like a devout child, 95
 My soul lay passive, by thy various strain
 Driven as in surges now beneath the stars,
 With momentary stars of my own birth,
 Fair constellated foam,[408:1] still darting off
 Into the darkness; now a tranquil sea, 100
 Outspread and bright, yet swelling to the moon.
And when—O Friend! my comforter and guide!
 Strong in thyself, and powerful to give strength!—
 Thy long sustainéd Song finally closed,
 And thy deep voice had ceased—yet thou thyself 105
 Wert still before my eyes, and round us both
 That happy vision of belovéd faces—
 Scarce conscious, and yet conscious of its close
 I sate, my being blended in one thought
 (Thought was it? or aspiration? or resolve?) 110
 Absorbed, yet hanging still upon the sound—
 And when I rose, I found myself in prayer.

January, 1807.

FOOTNOTES:

[403:1] First published in Sibylline Leaves, 1817: included in 1828, 1829, 1834. The poem was sent in a Letter to Sir G. Beaumont dated January, 1807, and in this shape was first printed by Professor Knight in Coleorton Letters, 1887, i. 213-18; and as Appendix H, pp. 525-6, of P. W., 1893 (MS. B.). An earlier version of about the same date was given to Wordsworth, and is now in the possession of his grandson, Mr. Gordon Wordsworth (MS. W.). The text of Sibylline Leaves differs widely from that of the original MSS. Lines 11-47 are quoted in a Letter to Wordsworth, dated May 30, 1815 (Letters of S. T. C., 1895, i. 646-7), and lines 65-75 at the end of Chapter X of the Biographia Literaria, 1817, i. 220.

[408:1] 'A beautiful white cloud of Foam at momentary intervals coursed by the side of the Vessel with a Roar, and little stars of flame danced and sparkled and went out in it: and every now and then light detachments of this white cloud-like foam dashed off from the vessel's side, each with its own small constellation, over the Sea, and scoured out of sight like a Tartar Troop over a wilderness.' The Friend, p. 220. [From Satyrane's First Letter, published in The Friend, No. 14, Nov. 23, 1809.]

LINENOTES:

Title] To W. Wordsworth. Lines Composed, for the greater part on the Night, on which he finished the recitation of his Poem (in thirteen Books) concerning the growth and history of his own Mind, Jan. 7, 1807, Cole-orton, near Ashby de la Zouch MS. W.: To William Wordsworth. Composed for the greater part on the same night after the finishing of his recitation of the Poem in thirteen Books, on the Growth of his own Mind MS. B.: To a Gentleman, &c. S. L. 1828, 1829.

[1]

O Friend! O Teacher! God's great gift to me! MSS. W., B.

Between 5-13

Of thy own Spirit, thou hast lov'd to tell
 What may be told, to th' understanding mind
 Revealable; and what within the mind
 May rise enkindled. Theme as hard as high!
 Of Smiles spontaneous and mysterious Fear.

MS. W.

Of thy own spirit thou hast loved to tell
 What may be told, by words revealable;
 With heavenly breathings, like the secret soul
 Of vernal growth, oft quickening in the heart,
 Thoughts that obey no mastery of words,
 Pure self-beholdings! theme as hard as high,
 Of smiles spontaneous and mysterious fear.

MS. B.

[9]

By vital breathings like the secret soul S. L. 1828.

[16]

Or by interior power MS. W: Or by some central breath MS. Letter, 1815.

[17]

inner] hidden MSS. W., B.

Between 17-41

Mid festive crowds, thy Brows too garlanded,
 A Brother of the Feast: of Fancies fair,
 Hyblaean murmurs of poetic Thought,
 Industrious in its Joy, by lilied Streams
 Native or outland, Lakes and famous Hills!
 Of more than Fancy, of the Hope of Man
 Amid the tremor of a Realm aglow—
 Where France in all her Towns lay vibrating
 Ev'n as a Bark becalm'd on sultry seas
 Beneath the voice from Heav'n, the bursting crash
 Of Heaven's immediate thunder! when no cloud
 Is visible, or Shadow on the Main!
 Ah! soon night roll'd on night, and every Cloud
 Open'd its eye of Fire: and Hope aloft
 Now flutter'd, and now toss'd upon the storm
 Floating! Of Hope afflicted and struck down
 Thence summoned homeward—homeward to thy Heart,
 Oft from the Watch-tower of Man's absolute self,
 With light, &c.

MS. W.

[27]

social sense MS. B.

[28]

Distending, and of man MS. B.

[29-30]
Even as a bark becalm'd on sultry seas
 Quivers beneath the voice from Heaven, the burst

MS. B.

[30]
Ev'n as a bark becalm'd beneath the burst

MS. Letter, 1815, S. L. 1828.

[33]

thine] thy MS. B., MS. Letter, 1815.

[37]

a full-born] an arméd MS. B.

[38]

Of that dear hope afflicted and amazed MS. Letter, 1815.

[39]

So homeward summoned MS. Letter, 1815.

[40]

As from the watch-tower MS. B.

[44]

controlling] ? impelling, ? directing MS. W.

[45-6]
Virtue and Love—an Orphic Tale indeed
 A Tale divine

MS. W.

[45]

song] tale MS. B.

[46]

song] tale MS. B. thoughts] truths MS. Letter, 1815.

[47-9]
Ah! great Bard
 Ere yet that last swell dying aw'd the air
 With stedfast ken I viewed thee in the choir

MS. W.

[48]

that] the MS. B.

[49]

With steadfast eyes I saw thee MS. B.

[52]

for they, both power and act MS. B.

[53]

them] them S. L. 1828, 1829.

[54]

for them, they in it S. L. 1828, 1829.

[58]

lay] song MSS. W., B.

[59]

lay] song MSS. W., B.

61 foll.

Dear shall it be to every human heart,
 To me how more than dearest! me, on whom
 Comfort from thee, and utterance of thy love,
 Came with such heights and depths of harmony,
 Such sense of wings uplifting, that the storm 5
 Scatter'd and whirl'd me, till my thoughts became
 A bodily tumult; and thy faithful hopes,
 Thy hopes of me, dear Friend! by me unfelt!
 Were troublous to me, almost as a voice,
 Familiar once, and more than musical; 10
 To one cast forth, whose hope had seem'd to die
 A wanderer with a worn-out heart
 Mid strangers pining with untended wounds.
 O Friend, too well thou know'st, of what sad years
 The long suppression had benumb'd my soul, 15
 That even as life returns upon the drown'd,
 The unusual joy awoke a throng of pains—
 Keen pangs, &c.

MSS. B, W with the following variants:—

ll. 5-6

Such sense of wings uplifting, that its might
 Scatter'd and quell'd me—

MS. B.

ll. 11, 12

As a dear woman's voice to one cast forth
 A wanderer with a worn-out heart forlorn.