LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S ARMS, ROSS, FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE MAN OF ROSS. * ICHER than miser o'er his countless hoards, Nobler than kings, or king-polluted lords, Here dwelt the Man of Ross! O traveller, hear! Departed merit claims a reverent tear. Friend' to the friendless, to the sick man health, With generous joy he view'd his modest wealth; He heard the widow's heaven-breathed prayer of praise, He mark'd the shelter'd orphan's tearful gaze,2 Or where the sorrow-shrivell'd captive lay, Pour'd the bright blaze of freedom's noon-tide ray. Written during a pedestrian tour in Wales, in July, 1794. "The King's Arms," as Coleridge observes in a letter,―July 22, 1794-was once the house of Mr. Kyle, the celebrated man of Ross." 66 1 Friend, &c.] See Monody on the Death of Chatterton. 2 Gaze.] Cottle was instructed to add here,— "And o'er the portion'd maiden's snowy cheek and to alter the next line but two to "If near this roof thy wine-cheer'd moments pass." The alterations "came too late for admission." Beneath this roof if thy cheer'd moments pass, Thou journeyest onward tempest-toss'd in thought; 1 Here cheat thy cares! in generous visions melt, And dream of goodness thou hast never felt! LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE. NCE more, sweet Stream! with slow foot wandering near, I bless thy milky waters cold and clear. Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours, With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers (Ere from thy zephyr-haunted brink I turn) My languid hand shall wreathe thy mossy urn. For not through pathless grove with murmur rude Thou soothest the sad wood-nymph, Solitude; 1 Thought.] Coleridge, when he wrote these lines, had been discharged only a few weeks from the 15th Light Dragoons. Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well, She, vainly mindful of her dame's command, 1 Unboastful Stream; thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls, among, Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along! Unboastful.] See Songs of the Pixies. Some safer toy will soon arrest thine eye, A babe art thou-and such a thing am I! O thou that rearest with celestial aim 1 Break, &c.] Cottle describes a brief quarrel Coleridge had with his friend Lovell, afterwards his brotherin-law, who disapproved of marrying, with nothing but love to live upon. Thrice holy Faith! whatever thorns I meet, Still let me stretch my arms and cling to thee, Meek nurse of souls through their long infancy! EPITAPH ON AN INFANT.* RE sin could blight or sorrow fade, THE KISS.+ NE kiss, dear maid, I said and Your scorn the little boon denied. Can danger lurk within a kiss ? Yon viewless wanderer of the vale, Another epitaph on an infant will be found later on. Coleridge was introduced to his future wife in August, 1794. |