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On a late Marriage between an Old Maid and a

French Petit Maître. Though Miss -'s match is a subject of mirth,

She consider'd the matter full well, And wisely preferr'd leading one ape on earth

To perhaps a whole dozen in hell.*


On an Amorous Doctor.

From Rufa's eye sly Cupid shot his dart
And left it sticking in Sangrado's heart.
No quiet from that moment has he known,
And peaceful sleep has from his eyelids flown.
And Opium's force, and what is more, alack!
His own orations, cannot bring it back.
In short, unless she pities his afflictions,
Despair will make him take his own prescriptions.*


Of smart pretty fellows in Bristol are numbers, some Who so modish are grown, that they think plain sense

cumbersome; And lest they should seem to be queer or ridiculous, They affect to believe neither God or old Nicholas ! |

* The Watchman, April 2, 1796 ; Literary Remains of S.T.C., vol. i. pp. 45, 46.

The Watchman, ubi suprà in the course of a Letter signed S. T. COLERIDGE).

On receiving a letter informing me of the birth

of a son.*
When they did greet me father, sudden awe
Weigh'd down my spirit : I retired and knelt
Seeking the throne of grace, but inly felt
No heavenly visitation upwards draw
My feeble mind, nor cheering ray impart.
Ah me! before the Eternal Sire I brought
Th’ unquiet silence of confused thought
And hopeless feelings: my o'erwhelmed heart
Trembled, and vacant tears stream'd down my face.
And now once more, O Lord ! to thee I bend,
Lover of souls ! and groan for future grace,
That ere my babe youth's perilous maze have trod,
Thy overshadowing Spirit may descend,
And he be born again, a child of God !

Sept. 20, 1796.

On Deputy
By many a booby's vengeance bit,
I leave your haunts, ye sons of wit !
And swear by Heaven's blessed light
That Epigrams no more I'll write.
Now hang that ***** for an ass
Thus to thrust in his idiot face,
Which, spite of oaths, if e'er I spy,
I write an Epigram-

-or die!


* Enclosed in a letter to Thomas Poole. Printed in the Biographical Supplement to Biographia Literaria (Vide anteà, vol. i. pp. 149-151).

+ Morning Post, January 2, 1798.

To a well-known Musical Critic, remarkable

for his ears sticking through his hair. * 0—!0—! of you we complain For exposing those ears to the wind and the rain. Thy face, a huge whitlow just come to a head, Ill agrees with those ears so raw and so red. A Musical Critic of old fell a-pouting When he saw how his asinine honours were sprouting; But he hid 'em quite snug, in a full frizz of hair, And the Barber alone smoked his donkeys rare. Thy judgment much worse, and thy perkers as ample, O give heed to King Midas, and take his example. Thus to publish your fate is as useless as wrongYou but prove by your ears what we guess'd from your tongue.



[The following burlesque on the Fichtean Egoismus may, perhaps, be amusing to the few who have studied the system, and to those who are unacquainted with it, may convey as tolerable a likeness of Fichte's idealism as can be expected from an avowed caricature.] The Categorical Imperative, or the Annunciation of the

New Teutonic God, EINENKAIIAN: a dithyrambic Ode, by Querkopf Von Klubstick, Grammarian,

and Subrector in Gymnasio. **** Eu ! Dei vices gerens, ipse Divus, (Speak English, friend !) the God Imperativus, Here on this market-cross aloud I cry: 1, 1, Į! I itself I!

* Morning Post, January 4, 1798.

Che form and the substance, the what and the why,
The when and the where, and the low and the high,
The inside and outside, the earth and the sky,
I, you, and he, and he, you and I,
All souls and all bodies are I itself I !

All I itself I !
(Fools! a truce with this starting !)

All my I! all my I !
He's a heretic dog who but adds Betty Martin !”

Thus cried the God with high imperial tone :
In robe of stiffest state, that scoff’d at beauty,
A pronoun-verb imperative he shone-
Then substantive and plural-singular grown,
He thus spake on :- _“ Behold in I alone
(For Ethics boast a syntax of their own)
Or if in ye, yet as I doth depute ye,
In O! I, you, the vocative of duty !
I of the world's whole Lexicon the root !
Of the whole universe of touch, sound, sight,
The genitive and ablative to boot :
The accusative of wrong, the nominative of right,
And in all cases the case absolute!
Self-construed, I all other moods decline :
Imperative, from nothing we derive us;
Yet as a super-postulate of mine,
Unconstrued antecedence I assign
To X, Y, Z, the God Infinitivus !

The Briage Street Committee. An Impromptu.

Jack Stripe
Eats tripe,
It is therefore credible
That tripe is edible.


Biographia Literaria, Lond. 1817, vol. i. pp. 148, 149 note.

And therefore perforce
It follows of course
That the Devil will gripe
All who do not eat tripe.

And as Nick is too slow
To fetch 'em below,
And Gifford the attorney
Won't quicken the journey;
The Bridge-Street Committee
That colleague without pity
To imprison and hang
Carlile and his gang,
Is the pride of the city :
And 'tis association
That alone saves the nation
From death and damnation.*

To Nature. It may indeed be phantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, sto me) it brings Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to thee,

* Letters, Conversations and Recollections of S.T. Coleridge, Lond. Moxon, 1836, vol. i. pp. 90, 91.

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