"JOY THAT NE'ER WAS GIVEN, SAVE TO THE PURE, AND IN THEIR PUREST HOUR,-'S. T. Coleridge) 129 Oh, never ruDELY WILL I BLAME HIS FAITH-(COLERIDGE) KUBLA KHAN; OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A mighty fountain momently was forced; Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, The shadow of the dome of pleasure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A damsel with her dulcimer Could I revive within me To such a deep delight 'twould win me That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And all should cry, Beware! beware Weave a circle round him thrice, IN THE MIGHT OF STARS AND ANGELS."-S. T. COLERIDGE. JOY IS THE SPIRIT AND THE POWER WHICH WEDDING NATURE GIVES TO US IN DOWER."-COLERIDGE, OH, IT IS PLEASANT, WITH A HEART AT EASE,-(SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE) 130 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. [Commenting on the fourth and fifth lines of this magnificent piece of féerie, Leigh Hunt exclaims: "What a grand flood is this, flowing down through measureless caverns to a sea without a sun! I know no other sea equal to it; except Keats's, in his 'Ode to a Nightingale'—and none can surpass that."] "THE EARNEST STAR OF MANHOOD, MUSING WHAT AND WHENCE IS MAN!"-S. T. COLERIDGE. TO MAKE THE SHIFTING CLOUDS BE WHAT YOU PLEASE."-COLERIDGE. "DELIGHT IN LITTLE THINGS, THE BUOYANT CHILD SURVIVING IN THE MAN."-S. T. COLERIDGE. ALL NATURE SEEMS AT WORK; SLUGS LEAVE THEIR LAIR; THE BEES ARE STIRRING; BIRDS ON THE WING: THE BUTTERFLY THE ANCIENT GRECIANS MADE-(S. T. COLERIDGE) THE SOUL'S FAIR EMBLEM, AND ITS ONLY NAME."-S. T. COLERIDGE. AND WINTER SLUMBERING IN THE OPEN AIR, WEARS ON HIS SMILING FACE A DREAM OF SPRING!"-COLERIDGE. YE EAGLES, PLAYMATES OF THE MOUNTAIN-STORM! YE LIGHTNINGS, THE DREAD ARROWS OF THE CLOUDS! COLERIDGE) 132 "YE LIVING FLOWERS THAT SKIRT THE ETERNAL FROST! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. There came and looked him in the face And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that, unknowing what he did, And how she wept, and clasped his knees; The scorn that crazed his brain ; And that she nursed him in a cave; -His dying words-but when I reached All impulses of soul and sense And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, Subdued, and cherished long! YE WILD GOATS SPORTING ROUND THE EAGLE'S NEST! YE SIGNS AND WONDERS OF THE ELEMENT! UTTER FORTH GOD, AND FILL THE HILLS WITH PRAISE!"-S. T. COLERIDGE, THAT DREAD AMBASSADOR FROM EARTH TO HEAVEN, GREAT HIERARCH TELL THOU THE SILENT SKY,COLERIDGE) ["This is one of the most perfect poems-for style, feeling, and everything-that ever was written."-Leigh Hunt.] THE NIGHTINGALE. O cloud, no relique of the sunken day THOU KINGLY SPIRIT THRONED AMONG THE HILLS, AND TELL THE STARS, AND TELL YON RISING SUN,-EARTH, WITH THOUSAND VOICES, PRAISES GOD!"-COLERIDGE. |