The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume II Part 217

[380] _all_ 1817, 1829.

[387] Roman-Catholicism] Catholicism 1817, 1829.

[393] _popular_ 1817, 1829.

[396] _too severely . . . management_ 1817, 1829.

[397] _istam . . . dispensativam_ 1817, 1829.

[410] _agglomerative_ 1817, 1829.

[416] logic] logical 1817, 1829.

[420] and at once whirl 1817, 1829.

[422] islet] isle 1829. Carlyle in the _Life of John Sterling_, cap.

viii, quotes the last two words of the Preface. Was it from the same source that he caught up the words 'Balmy sunny islets, islets of the blest and the intelligible' which he uses to ill.u.s.trate the lucid intervals in Coleridge's monologue?

[436] _meek . . . mercy_ 1817, 1829.

[441] _he . . . him_ 1817, 1829.

[450] _hoping_ 1817, 1829.

[461] _they_ 1817, 1829.

[467] culpable were the Bishops 1817, 1829.

[481] reformation] Revolution in 1688 MS. corr. 1817.

[488] _bulwark_ 1817, 1829.

[490] ESTO PERPETUA 1817, 1829.

[After 490] Braving the cry. O the Vanity and self-dotage of Authors! I, yet, after a reperusal of the preceding Apol. Preface, now some 20 years since its first publication, dare deliver it as my own judgement that both in style and thought it is a work creditable to the head and heart of the Author, tho' he happens to have been the same person, only a few stone lighter and with chesnut instead of silver hair, with his Critic and Eulogist.

S. T. Coleridge, May, 1829.

[_MS. Note in a copy of the edition of 1829, vol. i, p. 353._]

APPENDIX IV

PROSE VERSIONS OF POEMS, ETC.

A

QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS IN THE COURT OF LOVE

[Vide _ante_, p. 409.]

Why is my Love like the Sun?

1. The Dawn = the presentiment of my Love.

No voice as yet had made the air Be music with thy name: yet why That obscure [over _aching_] Hope: that yearning Sigh?

That sense of Promise everywhere?

Beloved! flew thy spirit by?

2. The Sunrise = the suddenness, the all-at-once of Love--and the first silence--the beams of Light fall first on the distance, the inters.p.a.ce still dark.

3. The Cheerful Morning--the established Day-light universal.

4. The Sunset--who can behold it, and think of the Sun-rise? It takes all the thought to itself. The Moon-reflected Light--soft, melancholy, warmthless--the absolute purity (nay, it is always _pure_, but), the incorporeity of Love in absence--Love _per se_ is a Pota.s.sium--it can subsist by itself, tho' in presence it has a natural and necessary combination with the comburent principle. All other Lights (the fixed Stars) not borrowed from the absent Sun--Lights for other worlds, not for me. I see them and admire, but they irradiate nothing.

B

PROSE VERSION OF GLYCINE'S SONG IN ZAPOLYA

[Vide _ante_, pp. 426, 919, 920.]

1

On the sky with liquid openings of Blue, The slanting pillar of sun mist, Field-inward flew a little Bird.

Pois'd himself on the column, Sang with a sweet and marvellous voice, 5 Adieu! adieu!

I must away, Far, far away, Set off to-day.

2

Listened--listened--gaz'd-- Sight of a Bird, sound of a voice-- 10 It was so well with me, and yet so strange.

Heart! Heart!

Swell'st thou with joy or smart?

But the Bird went away-- Adieu! adieu! 15

3

All cloudy the heavens falling and falling-- Then said I--Ah! summer again-- The swallow, the summer-bird is going, And so will my Beauty fall like the leaves From my pining for his absence, 20 And so will his Love fly away.

Away! away!

Like the summer-bird, Swift as the Day.