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'unperturb'd'. In the draft of April 24, four lines were added, and of these an alternative version was published in _P. W._, 1834, with the heading 'Desire' (vide _ante_, p. 485). For an earlier draft in S. T. C.'s handwriting vide Appendices of this edition.

LINENOTES:

[4] Where basking Dipsads[489:A] hiss and swell F. O. 1834.

[489:A] The Asps of the sand-desert, anciently named Dipsads.

[7] And now] Anon F. O. 1834.

[14] Flitting across the idle sense the while F. O. 1834.

[27] That woke enough F. O. 1834.

[29-32]

Idly we supplicate the Powers above: There is no resurrection for a Love That uneclips'd, unshadow'd, wanes away In the chill'd heart by inward self-decay. Poor mimic of the Past! the love is o'er That must _resolve_ to do what did itself of yore. Letter, April 27, 1824.

TO THE YOUNG ARTIST[490:1]

KAYSER OF KASERWERTH

Kayser! to whom, as to a second self, Nature, or Nature's next-of-kin, the Elf, Hight Genius, hath dispensed the happy skill To cheer or soothe the parting friend's 'Alas!' Turning the blank scroll to a magic glass, 5 That makes the absent present at our will; And to the shadowing of thy pencil gives Such seeming substance, that it almost lives.

Well hast thou given the thoughtful Poet's face! Yet hast thou on the tablet of his mind 10 A more delightful portrait left behind-- Even thy own youthful beauty, and artless grace, Thy natural gladness and eyes bright with glee! Kayser! farewell! Be wise! be happy! and forget not me.

1833.

FOOTNOTES:

[490:1] First published in 1834. The original of Kayser's portrait of S. T. C., a pencil-sketch, is in the possession of the Editor. In 1852 Kaserwerth is printed Kayserwerth. The modern spelling is Kaiserswerth.

MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH-DAY[490:2]

God's child in Christ adopted,--Christ my all,-- What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather Than forfeit that blest name, by which I call The Holy One, the Almighty God, my Father?-- Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in Thee-- 5 Eternal Thou, and everlasting we. The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death: In Christ I live! in Christ I draw the breath Of the true life!--Let then earth, sea, and sky Make war against me! On my heart I show 10 Their mighty master's seal. In vain they try To end my life, that can but end its woe.-- Is that a death-bed where a Christian lies?-- Yes! but not his--'tis Death itself there dies.

1833.

FOOTNOTES:

[490:2] First published in _Friendship's Offering_ for 1834: included in _P. W._, 1834. Emerson heard Coleridge repeat an earlier version of these lines on Aug. 5, 1833.

LINENOTES:

Title] Lines composed on a sick-bed, under severe bodily suffering, on my spiritual birthday, October 28th. F. O.

[1] Born unto God in Christ--in Christ, my All! F. O.

[3] I] we F. O.

[4] my] our F. O.

[7] fear] dread F. O.

[9-10]

Let Sea, and Earth and Sky Wage war against me! On my front I show

F. O.

[11] they] _they_ F. O.

[12] that] who F. O.

[14] his . . . there] _his . . . there_ F. O.

EPITAPH[491:1]

Stop, Christian passer-by!--Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he. O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.; That he who many a year with toil of breath 5 Found death in life, may here find life in death! Mercy for praise--to be forgiven for fame[492:1] He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same!

_9th November_, 1833.

FOOTNOTES:

[491:1] First published in 1834. Six MS. versions are extant:--(_a_) in a letter to Mrs. Aders of 1833 (_Letters of S. T. C._, 1895, ii. 770); (_b_) in a letter to J. G. Lockhart; (_c_) in a letter to J. H. Green of October 29, 1833: (_d_ _e_) in a copy of Grew's _Cosmologia Sacra_, annotated by Coleridge in 1833; (_f_) in a copy of the _Todtentanz_, which belonged to Thomas Poole.

[492:1] N.B. 'for' in the sense of 'instead of'. ἔστη κεῖται ἀναστήσει--stetit: restat: resurget. ΕΣΤΗΣΕ. _Letter to J. G. Lockhart, 1833._

LINENOTES:

Title or Heading] (_a_) 'Epitaph on a Poet little known, yet better known by the Initials of his name than by the Name Itself.' S. T. C. Letter to Mrs. Aders: (_b_) 'Epitaph on a Writer better known by the Initials of his Name than by the name itself. Suppose an upright tombstone.' S. T. C. Letter to J. G. Lockhart: (_c_) 'On an author not wholly unknown; but better known by the initials of his name than by the name itself, which he partly Graecized, Hic jacet qui stetit, restat, resurget--on a Tombstone.' Letter to J. H. Green: (_d_) 'Epitaph in Hornsey Churchyard. Hic jacet S. T. C. Grew (1): (_e_) 'Etesi's (_sic_) Epitaph,' (and below (_e_)) 'Inscription on the Tombstone of one not unknown; yet more commonly known by the Initials of his Name than by the Name itself.' Grew (2): (_f_) 'Esteese's αυτοεπιταφιον.' Note in Poole's Todtentanz.

From the letter to Mrs. Aders it appears that Coleridge did not contemplate the epitaph being inscribed on his tombstone, but that he intended it to be printed 'in letters of a distinctly visible and legible size' on the outline of a tomb-stone to be engraved as a vignette to be published in a magazine, or to illustrate the last page of his 'Miscellaneous Poems' in the second volume of his Poetical Works. It would seem that the artist, Miss Denman, had included in her sketch of the vignette the figure of a Muse, and to this Coleridge objects:--'A rude old yew-tree, or a mountain ash, with a grave or two, or any other characteristic of a village church-yard,--such a hint of a landscape was all I meant; but if any figure rather that of an elderly man, thoughtful with quiet tears upon his cheek.' Letters of S. T. C., 1895, ii. 770.

For the versions inscribed in Grew's _Cosmologia Sacra_, and in Poole's copy of the _Todtentanz_, vide Appendices of this work.

[2] breast] heart MS. Letters to Mrs. Aders, J. G. Lockhart, J. H. Green.

[3] seem'd he] was he MS. Letter to J. H. Green.

[5] toil of] toilsome MS. Letter to Mrs. Aden.

[7] to be forgiven] _to be forgiven_ MS. Letters to Mrs. Aders and J. H. Green.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

PAGE A bird, who for his other sins 451 A blesséd lot hath he, who having passed 173 A green and silent spot, amid the hills 256 'A heavy wit shall hang at every lord' 973 A joke (cries Jack) without a sting 961 A little further, O my father 288 A long deep lane 992 A lovely form there sate beside my bed 484 A low dead Thunder mutter'd thro' the night 1005 A Lutheran stout, I hold for Goose-and-Gaundry 975 A maniac in the woods 993 A mount, not wearisome and bare and steep 155 A poor benighted Pedlar knock'd 967 A sumptuous and magnificent Revenge 1000 A sunny shaft did I behold 426, 919 A sworded man whose trade is blood 397 A wind that with Aurora hath abiding 1011 Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life 91 Ah! not by Cam or Isis, famous streams 424 All are not born to soar--and ah! how few 26 All look and likeness caught from earth 393 All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair 447, 1111 All thoughts, all passions, all delights 330 Almost awake? Why, what is this, and whence 211 An evil spirit's on thee, friend! of late! 964 An excellent adage commands that we should 971 An Ox, long fed with musty hay 299 And arrows steeled with wrath 994 And cauldrons the scoop'd earth, a boiling sea 989 And in Life's noisiest hour 1002 And my heart mantles in its own delight 1002 And Pity's sigh shall answer thy tale of Anguish 990 And re-implace God's Image of the Soul 994 And this place our forefathers made for man 185 And this reft house is that the which he built 211 And with my whole heart sing the stately song 994 And write Impromptus 989 Are there two things, of all which men possess 361 As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking 960 As I am a Rhymer 477 As late each flower that sweetest blows 45 As late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain 11 As late I lay in Slumber's shadowy vale 80 As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound 33 As late on Skiddaw's mount I lay supine 350 As long as ere the life-blood's running 961 As oft mine eye with careless glance 104 As some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood 1001 As the shy hind, the soft-eyed gentle Brute 1013 As the tir'd savage, who his drowsy frame 1023 As when a child on some long Winter's night 85 As when far off the warbled strains are heard 82 As when the new or full Moon urges 1005 At midnight by the stream I roved 253 Auspicious Reverence! Hush all meaner song 131, 1024 Away, those cloudy looks, that labouring sigh 90

Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas! 980 'Be, rather than be called, a child of God' 312 Behind the thin Grey cloud 992 Behold yon row of pines, that shorn and bow'd 1006 Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun 396 Beneath this stone does William Hazlitt lie 962 Beneath this thorn when I was young 269 Beneath yon birch with silver bark 293 Benign shooting stars, ecstatic delight 1015 Bob now resolves on marriage schemes to trample 953 Bright cloud of reverence, sufferably bright 998 Britannia's boast, her glory and her pride 970 Britons! when last ye met, with distant streak 150 Broad-breasted Pollards, with broad-branching heads 992 Broad-breasted rook-hanging cliff that glasses 988 By many a booby's vengeance bit 953

Charles, grave or merry, at no lie would stick 964 Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first 154 Child of my muse! in Barbour's gentle hand 483 Come, come thou bleak December wind 1001 Come hither, gently rowing 311 Come; your opinion of my manuscript 967 Cupid, if storying Legends tell aright 46

Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween 158 Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West 48 Dear tho' unseen! tho' I have left behind 468 Deep in the gulph of Vice and Woe 12 Depart in joy from this world's noise and strife 177 Didst thou think less of thy dear self 965 Dim Hour! that sleep'st on pillowing clouds afar 96 Discontent mild as an infant 991 Do call, dear Jess, whene'er my way you come 962 Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove 386 Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet 417 Due to the Staggerers, that made drunk by Power 989

Each Bond-street buck conceits, unhappy elf 968 Each crime that once estranges from the virtues 1011 Earth! thou mother of numberless children, the nurse and the mother 327 Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan 76 Encinctured with a twine of leaves 287 Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1803) 389 Ere on my bed my limbs I lay (1806) 401 Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade 68 Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no 419 Eu! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus 981

Farewell, parental scenes! a sad farewell 29 Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth 402 Fear no more, thou timid Flower 356 'Fie, Mr. Coleridge!--and can this be you? 441 Flowers are lovely, Love is flower-like 1085, 1086 Fond, peevish, wedded pair! why all this rant? 984 For ever in the world of Fame 1013 Frail creatures are we all! To be the best 486 Friend, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother 392 Friend of the wise! and Teacher of the Good 403 Friend pure of heart and fervent! we have learnt 1008 Friends should be _weigh'd_, not _told_; who boasts to have won 963 From his brimstone bed at break of day 319 From me, Aurelia! you desired 966 From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart 952 From yonder tomb of recent date 955

Gently I took that which ungently came 488 Γνῶθι σεαυτόν!--and is this the prime 487 Go little Pipe! for ever I must leave thee 1016 God be with thee, gladsome Ocean 359 Gōd ĭs oŭr Strēngth ănd oŭr Rēfŭge 326 God no distance knows 989 God's child in Christ adopted,--Christ my all 490 God's Image, Sister of the Cherubim 994 Good Candle, thou that with thy brother, Fire 969 Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better 96 Grant me a Patron, gracious Heaven! whene'er 995 Great goddesses are they to lazy folks 1008

Hail! festal Easter that dost bring 1 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star 376, 1074 He too has flitted from his secret nest 457 Hear, my belovéd, an old Milesian story 307 Hear, sweet Spirit, hear the spell 420, 552, 849 Heard'st thou yon universal cry 10 Hence, soul-dissolving Harmony 28 Hence that fantastic wantonness of woe 157 Hence! thou fiend of gloomy sway 34 Her attachment may differ from yours in degree 484 Here's Jem's first copy of nonsense verses 983 Here lies a Poet; or what once was he 1089 Here lies the Devil--ask no other name 964 Here sleeps at length, poor Col., and without screaming 970 High o'er the rocks at night I rov'd 1050, 1051 High o'er the silver rocks I rov'd 1049 Hippona lets no silly flush 955 His native accents to her stranger's ear 1011 His own fair countenance, his kingly forehead 1005 Hoarse Maevius reads his hobbling verse 955 How long will ye round me be swelling 39 How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits 381 'How sweet, when crimson colours dart 353 How warm this woodland wild Recess 409 Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute 92

I ask'd my fair one happy day 318 I fancy whenever I spy Nosy 953 I from the influence of thy Looks receive 999 I have experienced the worst the world can wreak on me 1004 I have heard of reasons manifold 418 I heard a voice from Etna's side 347 I heard a voice pealing loud triumph to-day 1014 I hold of all our viperous race 959 I know it is dark; and though I have lain 382 I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish 998 I love, and he loves me again 1118 I mix in life, and labour to seem free 292 I never saw the man whom you describe 182 I note the moods and feelings men betray 448 I sigh, fair injur'd stranger! for thy fate 152 I stand alone, nor tho' my heart should break 1010 I stood on Brocken's sovran height, and saw 315 I too a sister had! too cruel Death 21 I touch this scar upon my skull behind 984 I wish on earth to sing 1017 I yet remain To mourn 1124 If dead, we cease to be; if total gloom 425 If fair by Nature 1012 If I had but two little wings 313 If Love be dead 475 If Pegasus will let _thee_ only ride him 21 If the guilt of all lying consists in deceit 954 If thou wert here, these tears were tears of light 386 If while my passion I impart 58 Imagination, honourable aims 396 Imagination, Mistress of my Love 49 In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer 993 In darkness I remain'd--the neighbour's clock 990 In Köhln, a town of monks and bones 477 In many ways does the full heart reveal 462 In Spain, that land of Monks and Apes 974 In the corner _one_ 1012 In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column 308 In this world we dwell among the tombs 991 In vain I praise thee, Zoilus 966 In vain I supplicate the Powers above 1087 In Xanadu did Kubla Khan 297 It is an ancient Mariner 187 It is an ancyent Marinere 1030 It may indeed be phantasy, when I 429 It was some Spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd 87 Its balmy lips the infant blest 417

Jack drinks fine wines, wears modish clothing 958 Jack finding gold left a rope on the ground 971 Jack Snipe 982 Jem writes his verses with more speed 956 Julia was blest with beauty, wit, and grace 6

Kayser! to whom, as to a second self 490 Know thou who walk'st by, Man! that wrapp'd up in lead, man 961 Know'st thou the land where the pale citrons grow 311

Lady, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same 392 Last Monday all the Papers said 956 Leanness, disquietude, and secret Pangs 990 Lest after this life it should prove my sad story 1090 Let clumps of earth, however glorified 1008 Let Eagle bid the Tortoise sunward soar 1001 Let those whose low delights to Earth are given 427 Light cargoes waft of modulated Sound 988 Like a lone Arab, old and blind 488 Like a mighty Giantess 991 Little Miss Fanny 987 Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves 33 Lov'd the same Love, and hated the same hate 994 Lovely gems of radiance meek 17 Low was our pretty Cot! our tallest Rose 106 Lunatic Witch-fires! Ghosts of Light and Motion! 979

Maid of my Love, sweet Genevieve 19 Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed Truth 66 Maiden, that with sullen brow 171 Mark this holy chapel well 309 Matilda! I have heard a sweet tune played 374 Mild Splendour of the various-vested Night 5 Money, I've heard a wise man say 972 Most candid critic, what if I 962 Mourn, Israel! Sons of Israel, mourn 433 Much on my early youth I love to dwell 64 My dearest Dawtie 984 My eyes make pictures, when they are shut 385 My father confessor is strict and holy 969 My heart has thanked thee, Bowles! for those soft strains 84, 85 My heart seraglios a whole host of Joys 990 My Lesbia, let us love and live 60 My Lord! though your Lordship repel deviation 341 My Maker! of thy power the trace 423 My Merry men all, that drink with glee 979 My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined 100, 1021 Myrtle-leaf that, ill besped 172

Names do not always meet with Love 997 Nature wrote Rascal on his face 991 Nay, dearest Anna! why so grave? 418 Near the lone pile with ivy overspread 69 Never, believe me 310 No cloud, no relique of the sunken day 264 No cold shall thee benumb 1015 No doleful faces here, no sighing 954 No more my visionary soul shall dwell 68 No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope 460 No mortal spirit yet had clomb so high 1004 No private grudge they need, no personal spite 972 Nor cold, nor stern, my soul! yet I detest 824 Nor travels my meandering eye 97 Not always should the Tear's ambrosial dew 83 Not hers To win the sense by words of rhetoric 1007 Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot's doubtful name 89 Nothing speaks our mind so well 975 Now! It is gone--our brief hours travel post 974 Now prompts the Muse poetic lays 13

O ----! O ----! of you we complain 977 O beauty in a beauteous body dight 999 O! Christmas Day, Oh! happy day! 460 O fair is Love's first hope to gentle mind 443 O form'd t'illume a sunless world forlorn 86 O Friend! O Teacher! God's great Gift to me 1081 O! I do love thee, meek _Simplicity_ 210 O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease 435 O leave the Lily on its stem 1053 O man! thou half-dead Angel! 994 O meek attendant of Sol's setting blaze 16 O mercy, O me, miserable man 1005 O Muse who sangest late another's pain 18 O Peace, that on a lilied bank dost love 94 O! Superstition is the giant shadow 1007 O th' Oppressive, irksome weight 1000 O thou wild Fancy, check thy wing! No more 51 O thron'd in Heav'n! Sole King of kings 438 O what a loud and fearful shriek was there 82 O what a wonder seems the fear of death 125 O would the Baptist come again 959 O'er the raised earth the gales of evening sigh 996 O'er wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule 481 O'erhung with yew, midway the Muses mount 1003 Of him that in this gorgeous tomb doth lie 961 Of late, in one of those most weary hours 478 Of one scrap of science I've evidence ocular 985 Of smart pretty Fellows in Bristol are numbers, some 952 Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll 153 Oft, oft methinks, the while with thee 388 Oh! might my ill-past hours return again 7 Oh! the procrastinating idle rogue 817 Old age, 'the shape and messenger of Death' 989 Old Harpy jeers at castles in the air 965 On nothing, Fanny, shall I write? 973 On stern Blencartha's perilous height 347 On the broad mountain-top 992 On the sky with liquid openings of Blue 1109 On the tenth day of September 1084 On the wide level of a mountain's head 419 On wide or narrow scale shall Man 30 Or Wren or Linnet 1002 Once again, sweet Willow, wave thee 1018 Once could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze 17 Once more! sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near 58 One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sigh'd 63 Oppress'd, confused, with grief and pain 436 Our English poets, bad and good, agree 968 Outmalic'd Calumny's imposthum'd Tongue 989 Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream 998

Pains ventral, subventral 985 Pale Roamer through the night! thou poor Forlorn 71 Parry seeks the Polar ridge 972 Pass under Jack's window at twelve at night 963 Pensive at eve on the _hard_ world I mus'd 209 Perish warmth 989 Phidias changed marble into feet and legs 984 Pity! mourn in plaintive tone 61 Plucking flowers from the Galaxy 978 Pluto commanded death to take away 957 Poor little Foal of an oppressed race 74 Promptress of unnumber'd sighs 55

Quae linquam, aut nihil, aut nihili, aut vix sunt mea. Sordes 462 Quoth Dick to me, as once at College 414

Repeating Such verse as Bowles 977 Resembles life what once was deem'd of light 394 Richer than Miser o'er his countless hoards 57 Rush on my ear, a cataract of sound 990

Sad lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly kneeling 416 Said William to Edmund I can't guess the reason 951 Say what you will, Ingenious Youth 954 Scarce any scandal, but has a handle 965 Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die 72 Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud 997 Semper Elisa! mihi tu suaveolentia donas 1010 Seraphs! around th' Eternal's seat who throng 5 She gave with joy her virgin breast 306 'She's secret as the grave, allow!' 971 Since all that beat about in Nature's range 455 Sing, impassionate Soul! of Mohammed the complicate story 1016 Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel 93 Sisters! sisters! who sent you here? 237 Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling 417 Sly Beelzebub took all occasions 957 Smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin Ice 990 So great the charms of Mrs. Mundy 976 So Mr. Baker heart did pluck 973 Sole maid, associate sole, to me beyond 1004 Sole Positive of Night 431 Some are home-sick--some two or three 443 Some, Thelwall! to the Patriot's meed aspire 1090 Some whim or fancy pleases every eye 970 Songs of Shepherds and rustical Roundelays 1018 Southey! thy melodies steal o'er mine ear 87 Speak out, Sir! you're safe, for so ruddy your nose 958 Spirit who sweepest the wild Harp of Time 160 Splendour's fondly-fostered child 335 Stanhope! I hail, with ardent Hymn, thy name 89 Stop, Christian passer-by!--Stop, child of God 491, 1088 Stranger! whose eyes a look of pity shew 248 Stretch'd on a moulder'd Abbey's broadest wall 73 Strong spirit-bidding sounds 399 Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows 307 Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye 991 Such love as mourning Husbands have 998 Swans sing before they die--'twere no bad thing 960 Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem 148 Sweet Gift! and always doth Elisa send 1009 Sweet Mercy! how my very heart has bled 93 Sweet Muse! companion of my every hour 16

Tell me, on what holy ground 71, 501 Terrible and loud 991 That darling of the Tragic Muse 67 That France has put us oft to rout 968 That Jealousy may rule a mind 484 The angel's like a flea 1009 The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul 1001 The Brook runs over sea-weeds 992 The builder left one narrow rent 1003 The butterfly the ancient Grecians made 412 The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar 653 The Devil believes that the Lord will come 353 The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the sky 36 The dust flies smothering, as on clatt'ring wheel 56 The early Year's fast-flying vapours stray 148 The fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day 24 The Fox, and Statesman subtile wiles ensure 1089 The Frost performs its secret ministry 240 The grapes upon the Vicar's wall 276 The guilty pomp, consuming while it flares 990 The hour-bell sounds, and I must go 61 The indignant Bard composed this furious ode 27 The mild despairing of a Heart resigned 991 The Moon, how definite its orb 997 The piteous sobs that choke the Virgin's breath 155 The Pleasures sport beneath the thatch 997 The poet in his lone yet genial hour 345 The reed roof'd village still bepatch'd with snow 1002 The rose that blushes like the morn 973 The shepherds went their hasty way 338 The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight 999 The singing Kettle and the purring Cat 1003 The sole true Something--This! In Limbo's Den 429 The solemn-breathing air is ended 59 The spruce and limber yellow-hammer 1002 The stars that wont to start, as on a chace 486 The stream with languid murmur creeps 38 The subtle snow 993 The Sun (for now his orb 'gan slowly sink) 990 'The Sun is not yet risen 469 The Sun with gentle beams his rage disguises 1010 The sunshine lies on the cottage-wall 993 The swallows Interweaving there 992 The tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry 20 The tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil 345 The tongue can't speak when the mouth is cramm'd with earth 994 Then Jerome did call 1019 There are, I am told, who sharply criticise 816 There are two births, the one when Light 362 There comes from old Avaro's grave 954 There in some darksome shade 1018 Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn 1010 This be the meed, that thy song creates a thousand-fold echo 391 This day among the faithful plac'd 176 This, Hannah Scollock! may have been the case 981 This is now--this was erst 22 This is the time, when most divine to hear 108 This Sycamore, oft musical with bees 381 This way or that, ye Powers above me 974 This yearning heart (Love! witness what I say) 362 Thou bleedest, my poor Heart! and thy distress 72 Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul beguile 47 Thou who in youthful vigour rich, and light 349 Though friendships differ endless _in degree_ 1012 Tho' Miss ----'s match is a subject of mirth 952 Tho' much averse, dear Jack, to flicker 37 Tho' no bold flights to thee belong 9 Though rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude 81 Though veiled in spires of myrtle-wreath 450 Three truths should make thee often think and pause 966 Through weeds and thorns, and matted underwood 369 Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme 78 Thus she said, and all around 1015 Thy babes ne'er greet thee with the father's name 960 Thy lap-dog, Rufa, is a dainty beast 960 Thy smiles I note, sweet early Flower 149 Thy stern and sullen eye, and thy dark brow 994 'Tis hard on Bagshot Heath to try 26 'Tis mine and it is likewise yours 997 'Tis not the lily-brow I prize 483 'Tis sweet to him who all the week 314 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock 215 'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane 413 To be ruled like a Frenchman the Briton is both 953 To know, to esteem, to love,--and then to part 410 To praise men as good, and to take them for such 486 To tempt the dangerous deep, too venturous youth 2 To wed a fool, I really cannot see 963 Tom Hill, who laughs at Cares and Woes 974 Tom Slothful talks, as slothful Tom beseems 967 Tranquillity! thou better name 360 Trōchĕe trīps frŏm long tŏ shōrt 401 Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way 1008 'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be 454 'Twas not a mist, nor was it quite a cloud 1000 'Twas sweet to know it only possible 992 Two things hast thou made known to half the nation 964 Two wedded hearts, if ere were such 1003

Unboastful Bard! whose verse concise yet clear 102 Unchanged within, to see all changed without 459 Under the arms of a goodly oak-tree 1048 Under this stone does Walter Harcourt lie 962 Underneath an old oak tree 169 Ungrateful he, who pluck'd thee from thy stalk 70 Unperishing youth 308 Up, up! ye dames, and lasses gay 427 Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay 942 Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting 393 Utter the song, O my soul! the flight and return of Mohammed 329

Verse, a breeze mid blossoms straying 439 Verse, pictures, music, thoughts both grave and gay 482 Verse, that Breeze mid blossoms straying 1085 Virtues and Woes alike too great for man 37 Vivit sed mihi non vivit--nova forte marita 56

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green 1009 We both attended the same College 955 We pledged our hearts, my love and I 391 Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made 362, 1076 Well, they are gone, and here must I remain 178 We've conquer'd us a Peace, like lads true metalled 972 We've fought for Peace, and conquer'd it at last 972 What a spring-tide of Love to dear friends in a shoal 1010 What boots to tell how o'er his grave 1011 What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole 963 What never is, but only is to be 999 What now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st to do 414 What pleasures shall he ever find 4 What though the chilly wide-mouth'd quacking chorus 476 Whate'er thou giv'st, it still is sweet to me 1010 When British Freedom for an happier land 79 When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt 1004 When Surface talks of other people's worth 969 When the squalls were flitting and fleering 980 When they did greet me father, sudden awe 152 When thieves come, I bark: when gallants, I am still 966 When thou to my true-love com'st 326 When thy Beauty appears 1016 When Youth his faery reign began 62 Whene'er the mist, that stands 'twixt God and thee 487 Where Cam his stealthy flowings most dissembles 988 Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream 35 Where graced with many a classic spoil 29 Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn 432 Where true Love burns Desire is love's pure flame 485 Where'er I find the Good, the True, the Fair 1011 Wherefore art thou come? 989 While my young cheek retains its healthful hues 236 Whilst pale Anxiety, corrosive Care 69 Whom should I choose for my Judge? 1000 Whom the untaught Shepherds call 40 Why is my Love like the Sun? 1109 Why need I say, Louisa dear 252 William, my teacher, my friend 304 Wisdom, Mother of retired Thought 991 With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots 433 With many a pause and oft reverted eye 94 With many a weary step at length I gain 56 With secret hand heal the conjectur'd wound 988 With skill that never Alchemist yet told 995 Within these circling hollies woodbine-clad 409 Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove 16

Ye Clouds! that far above me float and pause 243 Ye drinkers of Stingo and Nappy so free 978 Ye fowls of ill presage 1017 Ye Gales, that of the Lark's repose 35 Ye harp-controlling hymns 1006 Ye souls unus'd to lofty verse 8 Yes, noble old Warrior! this heart has beat high 317 Yes, yes! that boon, life's richest treat 466 Yet art thou happier far than she 62 Yon row of bleak and visionary pines 1006 You're careful o'er your wealth 'tis true 958 You come from o'er the waters 987 You loved the daughter of Don Manrique? 421 You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within 1002 Your Poem must _eternal_ be 959

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:

Transcriber has copied the Index of First Lines from the end of Vol. II and appended it to this volume.

Ellipses in the text are represented as in the original. Ellipses in poetry are indicated by a row of asterisks.

Changes have been made to the text to reflect the corrections mentioned on the Errata page. The Errata page is included for completeness.

Inconsistencies in spelling, hyphenation, and accents have been left as in the original.

The following corrections have been made to the text:

page xiii: V. Koskiusko. [MS. _Letter_, Dec. 17, 1794.] {original is missing period and has closing parenthesis instead of bracket}

page xvii: Youth and Age. [MS. S. T. C.:{original is missing period after C} MSS. (1, 2) Notebook.]

page 51: 28 gleam] gleams _1796_, _1797_, _1803_{original has 11803}, _1893_.

page 207: When the ivy-tod{original has ivv-tod} is heavy

page 218: [Lines 82, 83, . . . palfrey white.]{ending bracket is missing in original}

page 237: 20 _Both_] FAMINE _M.{period missing in original} P._

page 256: Title] Fears &c. Written, April 1798, during the Alarms of an Invasion _MS.{original has extraneous comma} W._

page 328: Deep was the shudder, O Earth!{exclamation point missing in original}

page 368: Dear Lady!{exclamation point missing in original} friend devoutest

page 376: (1) _MS. A_, sent to Sir George Beaumont, Oct. 1803 (see _Coleorton Letters_){ending parenthesis is missing in original}, 1886, i. 26;

page 442: "{quotation mark missing in original}Thus, long accustom'd

page 445: 'I guess we shall have rain to-day!'{quotation mark missing in original}

Footnote [133:1] Balda-Zhiok, i. e.{period missing in original} mons altitudinis

Footnote [256:1] alarm respecting the threatened invasion. {original has extraneous quotation mark}

Footnote [293:1] Coleridge synchronizes the _Dark Ladié_ (a poem which he was 'preparing' with the _Christabel_){ending parenthesis is missing in original}].

To maintain consistency, initials referring to manuscripts are spaced throughout the text.

Dates and manuscript references in the linenotes are in italics in the original. Italics markup has been removed to make reading easier.

When there is more than one poem on a page, the linenotes in the original repeat the title. This title has been removed.