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SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE.

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE was born October | of "Christabel" were written. In 1796 Cole21, 1772, at Ottery St. Mary, in the county of Devon, where his father was rector of the parish. He was educated at Christ's Hospital, where Charles Lamb was his schoolmate. In 1791 he entered Cambridge University, but became despondent over a love-affair, left in the second year, and enlisted under an assumed name in the dragoons. One of the officers discovered his prodigious scholarship, inquired into his history, and effected his discharge.

Coleridge had read extensively while a boy, had taken a prize for a Greek ode at the university, had attempted English poetry, and dabbled considerably in German metaphysics. Instead of returning to Cambridge, he went to Bristol, where he became intimate with Southey and other enthusiasts who were excited over the French Revolution. They planned a scheme for coming to America and founding a "Pantisocracy on the banks of the Susquehanna, where they should live in perpetual peace; but had to give it up from lack of money.

A bookseller of Bristol gave Coleridge thirty guineas for a volume of poems, which after considerable delay was published in 1794, and the next year he married Miss Fricker, whose sister was married to Southey at the same time. He then moved to Nether Stowey, Somersetshire, where Wordsworth was staying; and the two wandered about among the hills in such an apparently aimless fashion that a spy was set to watch them, on the suspicion that they were preparing charts of the coast for the French. Here "The Ancient Mariner" and the first part

ridge and Charles Lamb published a small volume of poems together. In 1798 Coleridge went to Göttingen to study, and on returning to England he went to live with Wordsworth and Southey in Cumberland, where the trio acquired the name of "The Lake poets." Coleridge published a fine translation of Schiller's "Wallenstein" and began to contribute political articles to the "Morning Post." In 1804 he went to Malta as secretary to the governor. In 1808 he delivered lectures on poetry and the fine arts at the Royal Institution in London. In 1809 he began to publish "The Friend," which proved unsuccessful.

Leaving his wife and children with Southey, he went to London, where he lived first with Mr. Basil Montague and afterward with Mr. Gillman, at Highgate. In the house of the latter he held a weekly conversazione, to which young men having a poetical and philosophical turn came from all parts of the country. He planned many philosophical, theological, and poetical works, but had become an opium-eater, and his splendid dreaming ended in dreams. He had been a Unitarian, but became a believer in the Trinity near the close of his life. He died at Highgate July 25, 1834, leaving behind him the reputation of having largely wasted the brightest intellectual gifts that were bestowed upon any man of his time.

Besides his miscellaneous poems, he had published two tragedies, and numerous prose works. A complete edition, in nine volumes, was issued in New York in 1854.

SIBYLLINE LEAVES.

I. POLITICAL POEMS.

ODE TO THE DEPARTING YEAR-1796.

I.

SPIRIT who sweepest the wild harp of time,
It is most hard with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!
Yet, mine eye fix'd on heaven's unchanging
clime,

Long had I listen'd free from mortal fear,
With inward stillness, and submitted mind;
When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,
I saw the train of the departing year!
Starting from my silent sadness,
Then with no unholy madness,

Ere yet the enter'd cloud foreclosed my sight,
I raised th' impetuous song, and solemnized its
flight.

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And with a loud and yet a louder voice
O'er nature struggling in portentous bith
Weep and rejoice!

Still echoes the dread name that o'er the earth
Let slip the storm, and woke the brood of hell:
And now advance in saintly jubilee
Justice and truth! They too have heard thy spel,
They too obey thy name, divinest Liberty!

III.

I mark'd Ambition in his war array!

I heard the mailed monarch's troublous cry"Ah! wherefore does the northern conqueress

stay!

Groans not her chariot on its onward way?"
Fly, mailed monarch, fly!

Stunn'd by death's twice mortal mace,
No more on murder's lurid face

Th' insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye!
Manes of the unnumber'd slain !

Ye that gasp'd on Warsaw's plain!

Ye that erst at Ismail's tower, When human ruin choked the streams,

Fell in conquest's glutted hour,

'Mid women's shrieks and infant's screams! Spirits of the uncoffin'd slain,

Sudden blasts of triumph swelling, Oft, at night, in misty train,

Rush around her narrow dwelling! The exterminating fiend is fled

(Foul her life, and dark her doom)— Mighty armies of the dead

Dance like death-fires round her tomb!
Then with prophetic song relate,
Each some tyrant murderer's fate!

IV.

Departing year! 'twas on no earthly shore
My soul beheld thy vision! where alone,
Voiceless and stern, before the cloudy throne,
Aye Memory sits: thy robe inscribed with gore,
With many an unimaginable groan

Thou storied'st thy sad hours! Silence ensued,
Deep silence o'er th' ethereal multitude,
Whose locks with wreaths, whose wreaths with
glories shone,

Then, his eye wild ardours glancing,
From the choired gods advancing,

The Spirit of the earth made reverence meet,
And stood up, beautiful, before the cloudy seat.

V.

Throughout the blissful tarong,
Hush'd were harp and song:

Till wheeling round the throne the Lampads seven (The mystic words of heaven)

Permissive signal make:

But chief by Afric's wrongs,

Strange, horrible, and foul!
By what deep guilt belongs

To the deaf synod, 'full of gifts and hes"
By wealth's insensate laugh! by torture's howl
Avenger, rise!

For ever shall the thankless island scowl,
Her quiver full, and with unbroken bow?
Speak! from thy storm black heaven, O speak aloud!
And on the darkling foe

Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud!
O dart the flash! O rise and deal the blow!
The past to thee, to thee the future cries!
Hark! how wide nature joins her groans below!
Rise, God of nature! rise."

VI.

The voice had ceased, the vision fled;
Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd with dread.
And ever, when the dream of night
Renews the phantom to my sight,
Cold sweat-drops gather on my limbs ;

My ears throb hot; my eyeballs start;
My brain with horrid tumult swims;
Wild is the tempest of my heart;
And my thick and struggling breath
Imitates the toil of death!
No stronger agony confounds

The soldier on the war-field spread,
When all foredone with toil and wounds,
Death-like he dozes among heaps of dead!
(The strife is o'er, the daylight fled,
And the night-wind clamours hoarse!
See the starting wretch's head

Lies pillow'd on a brother's corse!)
VII.

Not yet enslaved, not wholly vile,
O Albion! O my mother isle!
Thy valleys, fair as Eden's bowers,
Glitter green with sunny showers;
Thy grassy uplands' gentle swells

Echo to the bleat of flocks,
(Those grassy hills, those glittering dells
Proudly ramparted with rocks ;)
And ocean, 'mid his uproar wild,
Speaks safely to his island child!
Hence, for many a fearless age
Has social quiet loved thy shore!
Nor ever proud invader's rage

Or sack'd thy towers, or stain'd thy fields with gore

VIII.

Abandon'd of Heaven! mad avarice thy guide, At cowardly distance, yet kindling with pride'Mid thy herds and thy corn-fields secure thou hast stood,

The fervent spirit bow'd, then spread his wings And join'd the wild yelling of farine and blood!

and spake !

"Thou in stormy blackness throning
Love and uncreated light,

By the earth's unsolaced groaning,
Seize thy terrors, Arm of might!
By peace with proffer'd insult scared,
Masked hate and envying scorn!
By years of havoc yet unborn!

And hunger's bosom to the frost winds bared!

The nations curse thee! They with eager wondering
Shall hear destruction, like a vulture, scream!
Strange-eyed destruction! who with many a
dream

Of central fires through nether seas upthundering
Soothes her fierce solitude; yet, as she lies
By livid fount, or red volcanic stream,
If ever to her lidless dragon-eyes,
O Albion thy predestined ruins rise,

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