The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1851-02-06
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sAMtEL TAILOR COLERiDCE
BT GRE IA.

There are few Of the British Poets
Sl,ose writings ! admire as do those
II s. 7. rolcridge. The purity ard
originality Of thought and beauty Of
si,te which characterize his minor 20.
ems, render their pcrusal and study the
most pleasing occupation Of my leisure
iours And / am bold to say there are
few authors who'e writings possess n
better moral tendency than his, though
many have urged that his philosophy
is without u foundation. and that reason
occupies no place in his composition.
His "IIymn before Sunrise in the
vale 0. Chamouni," il in my opinion one
Of the most mcritor;ous pieces ever
written by any modern English poet.
lins, thou charm 10 stay the morning star
IN his strep.cours.' SO long he seems to pause
On Thy bald awiul head, q sovran B.anc
The Arvc and Arvrrion al thy base
Rave eca~less'y but thoti, mos. awful form,
k,sest from forth thy s,ient sea Of pines,
IIos sricntI, AroSnd thee and above,
Deep is the air and dark, substantial black
An rbon mass mrthInks thou p,crc.st It
A. with a wedge Bu, when | look again,
l, 10 thine own calm noum, Thy crysia! shrine,
Thy hnhitation from eternity
y dread and silent nonnt! IFGfed UPON hte
TU thou. aW j.rcunt 10 The bodiiY seas6,
D,dH rGntsh Srom my hot CDtranrcd m
prayer
| worshlpi~d the lnv,s,ale alone.
Yer LiNE soNv SWEET RrGt liInd Nri.opy,
bo SWEET, wE KNOW aoT WE AkE LfsrEAIHd
70 IT,
7hou the ,ennrhii,, wos. blending rith my
tAoughf,
,'ro, m.ik ny life, and tfe', e,rn so,d JOY
2tH me diiuf,ng soul. rn,rrdpt, ransfusoa
into the mighty rision passmg--th'ye
.js IN h,r natural form, ,speiied rast 10 haren
Tho bcau'y, originality and truthful
ncss Of the last paragraph quoted. ]
hare found In the writings Of no mod
crn author, excepting S. I. Coleridgc.-
Who has not experienced that
"--.--swcct hecuiipg melody.
So swce, We know not we nrr list ming 10 II,
but who has ever expressed the idea 50
finely in words !?
The Hymn abounds in beautiful pas
sayes, but time will not allow me to
make further quotations from this mas.
terpiece of the genius OF Coleridge.--
From multitude Of good things it il
difficult to select. but Work without
Hope must not be passed over, thougl
other pieces equally good aud perlmp'
better, may be forgotten.
An Nature seems al work. Slngs leave tlei
The bees arc s,,rrins--birds are on the win
And Wint-, slumhcr,ng in the open ar,
Wears on his smiling face dream ot Sprine
And 1, the ~h,ic. the sole unhusy thing,
Nor honey make, nor paIr, nor build nor s'nt
Ye, we'll ken the banks where nmaran'hs
blow,
hayr traced The foun, whence streams Of nc'
y,,,om, q " a nar aran,hs bloom for whom 20
For me yc bloom no, Glide. rich stream
away
With ,,ps unbrjg jgh,ened, wroa'h'ess brow
stroll:
And would We learn The spells that dtow'
my soul
Work r,,hout hon, dyars nrt'ar IN ssit
-ird hopt ri,hout an otJoet ednnoi IRE.
One more quotation shall end th
charter Of quotations, and ! would So
in conclusion to The admirers OF goo
poetry, to those ~ho seek to find IN
something beside rhyme and metre tn
In Coleridce's Works may be found
intellectual fea., which is TO the readt
.its own exceeding great reward
Yorru Asp AoE.
versr a brcese mid blossoms s,r,fIny,
Where HOPE etuua iecding like ees
Doth xerc miee lsie went Msying
With Mature, Hope and ioesy
When was yoGng
Wb.r I was = png s-Ah wo'ul Uhen
All f,r the change tw,It noar ana h'n
This byea,hing house not tu'lt WIN i'anos
This body that does me srer'oas wrong,
Der AIRY cliffs and gtit,erps sands,
How lightly thea IL flashed along
Lake tho,e tIiin sk,ffs, ankno~n" Z" ore,
On winding lakes and Uven VIDE,
That ask no s,d Of sal! OF oar,
Ths, fear no spite Of wind or tide
Nsu yht Gated this sody for wind or veal
When youth and lived int together
Flower. are lovely Love is howeT-lss
fnenish,p 10 = skeitrTIag tree
Oh the ioys that csn'e dowa snoweIhAe
U Friendship, Lave. and Lfeeny'
Ire 4 vsx old An, woiul u',
Nh,eh Hlls ue tou,h . no Ionger b"re
OToutkt tor yssrs 80 many sna s~se',
II. knovn ,hsl thos ard ! were one
IN ihrsk Il bot fond ccno~h---
IL cannot b- that thoa art goae
Thy vesper bell hath not yet tollee
And thoa xen ave maske' bold
What sirsse~ d,sgs.ss Ess, noS pa' on
To make bslevs iast thou Mi gcns
/ zee shese ,ocks in s'ivery Siips,
THIS drson,ng ga. ,hs si,fsrs i,s
but ,pnaguase biossSus on my hPs'
And 1ass Jake sunshine fioa' ih'ne eyes