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. Depart!-Affection's self reproves the tear Which falls, O honour'd Parent! on thy bier ;Yet Nature will be heard, the heart will swell, And the voice tremble with a last Farewell! 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.† This way or that, ye Powers above me! I of my grief were rid Did Enna either really love me, *Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. i. p. 52. + Ib. 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. Ib., 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, She consider'd the matter full well, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth To perhaps a whole dozen in hell.* 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 When they did greet me father, sudden awe And he be born again, a child of God! 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. |