by Coleridge · Cluster: Imagination · Fragment · Heroic Couplet
Abstract
An epigram on Kepler’s neglected genius (from the German) followed by fragments of despair, lost love, suicidal weariness, and a passage of Ars Poetica on the making of poetry.
Connections
Themes & Concepts: Melancholy, Grief and Loss, Artist and Society, Imagination, Social Injustice Forms & Genres: Epigram, Fragment
Testo integrale / Full text
FROM THE GERMAN
No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high
As Kepler — yet his Country saw him die
For very want! the Minds alone he fed,
And so the Bodies left him without bread.
1799. First published in The Friend, Nov. 30, 1809 (1818, ii. 95;
1850, ii. 69). First collected P. and D. W., 1877, ii. 374.
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt:
A flight of Hope for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious thing;
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil,
Fann’d the calm air upon the brow of Toil.
1810. First published from an MS. in 1893.
I have experienced
The worst the world can wreak on me — the worst
That can make Life indifferent, yet disturb
With whisper’d discontent the dying prayer —
I have beheld the whole of all, wherein
My heart had any interest in this life
To be disrent and torn from off my Hopes
That nothing now is left. Why then live on?
That hostage that the world had in its keeping
Given by me as a pledge that I would live —
That hope of Her, say rather that pure Faith
In her fix’d Love, which held me to keep truce
With the tyranny of Life — is gone, ah! whither?
What boots it to reply? ‘tis gone! and now
Well may I break this Pact, this league of Blood
That ties me to myself — and break I shall.
1810. First published from an MS. in 1893.
As when the new or full Moon urges
The high, large, long, unbreaking surges
Of the Pacific main.
1811. First published from an MS. in 1893.
O mercy, O me, miserable man!
Slowly my wisdom, and how slowly comes
My Virtue! and how rapidly pass off
My Joys! my Hopes! my Friendships, and my Love!
1811. Now first published from an MS.
A low dead Thunder mutter’d thro’ the night,
As ‘twere a giant angry in his sleep —
Nature! sweet nurse, O take me in thy lap
And tell me of my Father yet unseen,
Sweet tales, and true, that lull me into sleep
And leave me dreaming.
1811. First published from an MS. in 1893.
His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead,
His tender smiles, Love’s day-dawn on his lips,
Put on such heavenly, spiritual light,
At the same moment in his steadfast eye
Were Virtue’s native crest, th’ innocent soul’s
Unconscious meek self-heraldry, — to man
Genial, and pleasant to his guardian angel.
He suffer’d nor complain’d; — though oft with tears
He mourn’d th’ oppression of his helpless brethren, —
And sometimes with a deeper holier grief
Mourn’d for the oppressor — but this in sabbath hours —
A solemn grief, that like a cloud at sunset,
Was but the veil of inward meditation
Pierced thro’ and saturate with the intellectual rays
It soften’d.
1812. First published (with many alterations of the MS.) in Lit. Rem.,
i. 277. First collected P. and D. W., 1887, ii. 364. Compare Teresa’s
speech to Valdez, Remorse, Act IV, Scene II, lines 52-63 (ante, p.
866).
[ARS POETICA]
In the two following lines, for instance, there is nothing
objectionable, nothing which would preclude them from forming, in their
proper place, part of a descriptive poem: —
‘Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow’d
Bend from the sea-blast, seen at twilight eve.’
But with a small alteration of rhythm, the same words would be equally
in their place in a book of topography, or in a descriptive tour. The
same image will rise into a semblance of poetry if thus conveyed: —
‘Yon row of bleak and visionary pines,
By twilight-glimpse discerned, mark! how they flee
From the fierce sea-blast, all their tresses wild
Streaming before them.’
1815. First published in Biog. Lit., 1817, ii. 18; 1847, ii. 20. First
collected 1893.