by Coleridge · Cluster: Appearance vs Reality · Beauty · Eyes and Sight
Abstract
A sonnet in which a personified Freedom mourns Burke’s apostasy from the cause of liberty; themes of genius corrupted, political betrayal, and lost ideals.
Connections
Archetypes: Great Mother Themes & Concepts: Liberty Political Freedom, Deception, Power and Corruption, Grief and Loss Forms & Genres: Sonnet
Testo integrale / Full text
As late I lay in Slumber’s shadowy vale,
With wetted cheek and in a mourner’s guise,
I saw the sainted form of FREEDOM rise:
She spake! not sadder moans the autumnal gale —
‘Great Son of Genius! sweet to me thy name, 5
Ere in an evil hour with alter’d voice
Thou bad’st Oppression’s hireling crew rejoice
Blasting with wizard spell my laurell’d fame.
‘Yet never, BURKE! thou drank’st Corruption’s bowl!
Thee stormy Pity and the cherish’d lure 10
Of Pomp, and proud Precipitance of soul
Wilder’d with meteor fires. Ah Spirit pure!
‘That Error’s mist had left thy purgéd eye:
So might I clasp thee with a Mother’s joy!’
December 9, 1794.