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And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind,
What I should call her in my lay;
Arethusa or Lucrece.
“Ah !" replied my gentle fair,
Choose thou whatever suits the line ;
Only, only call me thine.”
Come bear me quickly o’er
To yonder woodland shore.
* Morning Post, August 27, 1799; and, with the names given somewhat differently, in The Keepsake for 1829.
+ The Athenæum, Oct. 29, 1831. [Now first included in any collection of Coleridge's Poems.]
But vain were my endeavour
To pay thee, courteous guide; Row on, row on, for ever
I'd have thee by my side.
“Good boatman, prithee haste thee,
Dare I demand thy hand?'
So hard a point decide ;
The happy bridal over
The wanderer ceased to roam, For, seated by her lover,
The boat became her home. And still they sang together
As steering o'er the tide : “Row on through wind and weather
For ever by my side.”
WHERE true Love burns Desire is Love's pure
It is the reflex of our earthly frame,
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE.
HER attachment may differ from yours in degree, ,
Provided they are both of one kind; But Friendship how tender so ever it be
Gives no accord to Love, however refined.
Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature
revealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs : If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling,
You must lower down your state to hers.
NOT AT HOME.
Where Love could never be
Love without Jealousy.
She has a strange cast in her ee,
A swart sour-visaged maid-
His house-mate and his shade.
Ask for her and she'll be denied :
What then ? they only mean
And can't just then be seen.
TO A LADY,
OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT
WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS.
NAY, dearest Anna! why so grave ?
I said, you had no soul, 'tis true ! For what you are, you cannot have :
'Tis I that have one since I first had you !
I HAVE heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold
His eyes are in his mind.
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS.
OB. ANNO DOM. 1088. *
more 'twixt conscience staggering and the
* Literary Souvenir, 1827.
By him to be acquitted, as I hope ;
REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.
Lynx amid moles ! had I stood by thy bed,
Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife,
Ye, who secure ʼmid trophies not your own,
Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell,