KILMENY'S RETURN FROM FAIRY LAND. 413 She saw a people, fierce and fell, Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell; And she herkéd on her ravening crew, Till the cities and towers were wrapt in a blaze, She never lened, nor stood in awe, 1 Range. KILMENY'S RETURN FROM FAIRY LAND. When seven lang years had come and fled : But still and steadfast was her e'e! For there was no pride nor passion there; And the soft desire of maidens' een In that mild face could never be seen. Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower; And her voice like the distant melodie That floats along the twilight sea. But she loved to raike1 the lanely glen, To suck the flowers, and drink the spring. O, then the glen was all in motion: The wild beasts of the forest came; Broke from their bughts and faulds3 the tame, 2 Scottish wild cattle. S 8 Enclosures and folds. And goved1 around, charmed and amazed; And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran; young; SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. COLERIDGE, the most imaginative of modern poets, was the youngest son of a vicar of St. Mary Ŏttery, Devonshire. Losing his father in early life, he obtained, through the kindness of a friend, a presentation 1 Moved about her inquiringly. 2 Croon, to emit a murmuring sound. 3 Crow.-Houf, haunt. 4 Fox; atour, either a tour (Fr.) or at over. 5 Blackbird and thrush; he has already mentioned both birds. 6 Forsook; from forhogan, Ang.-Sax., to despise. to Christ Hospital. His reputation there promised a brilliant career at Cambridge University, which he entered in his nineteenth year. But his love of speculation and reading, instead of vigorous application to those exercises which are the tangible tests of scholarship, and the Socinian opinions into which his speculations seduced him, precluding the prospect of university honours, he fled in a species of despair from his college, and enlisted in London into a horse regiment. Discovered and rescued by his friends, he returned to Cambridge, which he subsequently left without a degree. On quitting the university, he associated himself with Southey and another young poet, Lovel, in a Utopian scheme of founding a Pantisocracy, or republic of pure freedom, in America: all the youthful enthusiasm of Britain had at that period (1795) run wild with the doctrines promulgated by the French revolution. The project of the poets evaporated very harmlessly in marriages with three sisters at Bristol; their republicanism vanished; Southey went to Portugal, and Coleridge attempted to procure bread by his pen. In the south of England he became acquainted with Mr. Wordsworth, to whose experiment in poetry, in the Lyrical Ballads, he contributed some share, and enjoyed an adequate proportion of the criticism they incurred, from the dignified rod of the leading reviews down to the juvenile lash of Byron (see "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers"). Coleridge had travelled with Mr. Wordsworth in Germany, and, by his study of the metaphysics of that country, injured, it is alleged, his poetical genius. His habits of mind and of business rendered his lectures and his publications unprofitable to himself and disastrous to his publishers. Opiumeating, into which he had been seduced by its alleged medicinal effects, gradually unhinged the structure of his mind; he became an exile from his family and his dearest friends, and lived a species of hap-hazard life, till he had firmness enough to place himself (1816), for the cure of his unfortunate habit, under the charge of Mr. Gilman, surgeon, Highgate. In the bosom of that gentleman's affectionate family he lived till his death, delighting "troops" of admiring friends by his conversation.1 During this period his most important works were published; he was overcoming his infirmity; his shattered nature was restored to a wholesome religious tone; his philosophy was tempering into consistency and utility; but the poet died in 1834. The great beauty of his mind, both in its error and its orthodoxy, was its simplicity of religious earnestness, and the single eye with which through much error it panted after truth. His capital defect was want of energetic will, which inflicted misery on his family, and on himself heart-rending remorse. The intellect of Coleridge is to be estimated rather by that of which it was capable, which it contemplated, and which it suggested, than by that which it achieved. His prose works embrace many of the subjects most interesting to mankind-theology, history, politics, the principles of society: another sphere of his labours, partly oral and partly written, was literature and its criticism: a third comprehended logic and the transcendental metaphysics. Independently of his lectures, and contributions to periodicals, Coleridge's opinions are conveyed chiefly in "The Friend," "Lay Sermons," "Biographia Literaria," "Aids to Reflec 1 Though his conduct to his relations, which may be attributed to what we may well term a disease, displayed many of the results of want of affection: though the same cause led him into acts and declarations which in other men would be termed meanness and dishonesty,-yet the fascination of his amiableness and the charm of his conversation produced and reproduced in him the tenderest and deepest affections of friendship.-See Talfourd's Memoirs of Charles Lamb. tion,' ""Constitution of Church and State," etc. Most of these works are fragmentary, or at least they exhibit, collectively, only part of his system of opinions, for the poet all his life lived upon the future. His poetical works, consisting of "Juvenile Poems," "Sybilline Leaves," odes, ballads, dramas, translations, etc., exhibit the same feature of splendid incompleteness. The whole labours of Coleridge present the appearance of an unfinished city: the outline of the streets exhibits only how splendid they might have proved; the basement of a pillar shows how gorgeous might have been its capital. A small, compact, complete beauty of poesy or of thought pains with the reflection that it stands surrounded by mere fragments of similar promise. His works might be compared to a Californian valley, out of which may be dug solid lumps of priceless gold from among materials useless or inappreciable. He was capable of immense services to poetry, and his intentions were mågnificent, but Coleridge's future was a bad bank on which to draw; its bills were perpetually dishonoured. The conspicuous features of his poetry are its exquisite and original melody of versification; the harmonious grouping and idealized colouring of its pictures; statuesqueness and purity of taste in its living figures; and truth, in luxuriance or in simplicity, in majesty or in smallness, in its descriptions of nature. In sentiment, he opens with charming artlessness his own bosom in sorrow and in joy. There exists in general a decided contrast between the simplicity and lucidness of Coleridge's poetical style of expression, and the involved cloud-like fashion of his prose. In his poetry, as already observed, we lament incompleteness of design: "Christabel" is unfinished; the "Ancient Mariner" is huddled up with an insufficient moral; but how exquisite in their perfectness are the "Hymn to Mount Blanc," "Love," the "Odes," and many lesser jewels! He often expends his genius on trifles. His dramatic pieces, like most modern efforts in that department of literature, exhibit rather scenery, poetry, and sentiment, than character. The best tribute to Coleridge's genius consists in its admiration-nay, imitation-by the highest minds among his contemporaries, Byron and Scott, while it is evident that his phraseology and his melody still linger in the finest strains which emanate from the present age. His criticism on Milton, Shakespeare, and other master minds, has also had extensive influence. TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.2 O GREAT bard! Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air, 1 This, however is one of the pieces implicated in the accusations of plagiarism against Coleridge. The accusations will be found in Tait's Magazine, September 1834; Blackwood, April 1840; Sir W. Hamilton's edition of Reid's Works, p. 890. The chief defence of Coleridge is seen in the preface to a recent edition of the "Biographia Literaria," by his nephew, the late Rev. H. N. Coleridge; see also Encyclop. Brit. art. Coleridge. 2 "Composed on the night after his recitation of a poem on the growth of an individual mind." FROM CHRISTABEL. Are permanent, and Time is not with them, Of Truth profound, a sweet continuous lay, And, even as life returns upon the drowned, And fears self-willed, that shunned the eye of hope, FROM CHRISTABEL. SEVERED FRIENDSHIP. Alas! they had been friends in youth; To free the hollow heart from paining- The marks of that which once hath been. 1 See the notice of Wordsworth, supra. 417 |