by Coleridge · Cluster: Swords and Weapons · Power and Corruption · Tyrant
Abstract
A consolatory verse-letter urging a friend against melancholy, invoking Fortune’s wheel, Time’s lyre, and the fall of the despot; themes of mutability, fortune, and consolation.
Connections
Topoi: Fortune’s Wheel Archetypes: Tyrant Motifs: Time Themes & Concepts: Melancholy, Friendship, Power and Corruption Forms & Genres: Lyric
Testo integrale / Full text
Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh,
The peevish offspring of a sickly hour!
Nor meanly thus complain of Fortune’s power,
When the blind Gamester throws a luckless die.
Yon setting Sun flashes a mournful gleam 5
Behind those broken clouds, his stormy train:
To-morrow shall the many-colour’d main
In brightness roll beneath his orient beam!
Wild, as the autumnal gust, the hand of Time
Flies o’er his mystic lyre: in shadowy dance 10
The alternate groups of Joy and Grief advance
Responsive to his varying strains sublime!
Bears on its wing each hour a load of Fate;
The swain, who, lull’d by Seine’s mild murmurs, led
His weary oxen to their nightly shed, 15
To-day may rule a tempest-troubled State.
Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful smile
Survey the sanguinary Despot’s might,
And haply hurl the Pageant from his height
Unwept to wander in some savage isle. 20
There shiv’ring sad beneath the tempest’s frown
Round his tir’d limbs to wrap the purple vest;
And mix’d with nails and beads, an equal jest!
Barter for food, the jewels of his crown.
? 1795.