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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
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).
of a son.*
Sept. 20, 1796.
On Deputy —
* 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,
All I itself I !
All my I! all my I !
Thus cried the God with high imperial tone :
The Briage Street Committee. An Impromptu.
Biographia Literaria, Lond. 1817, vol. i. pp. 148, 149 note.
And therefore perforce
And as Nick is too slow
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.