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pulled or jerked with wire or thread, to make sudden and surprising motions, without meaning, grace, or nature in them. By far the best of his works are some of his shorter personal compositions, in which there is an ironical mixture of the quaint and serious, such as his lines on a picture of Gaspar Poussin, the fine tale of Gualberto, his Description of a Pig, and the Holly-tree, which is an affecting, beautiful, and modest retrospect on his own character. May the aspiration with which it concludes be fulfilled!1-But the little he has done of true and sterling excellence, is overloaded by the quantity of indifferent matter which he turns out every year, "prosing or versing," with equally mechanical and

1" O reader! hast thou ever stood to see
The Holly Tree?

The eye that contemplates it well perceives
Its glossy leaves,

Ordered by an intelligence so wise

As might confound the Atheist's sophistries.
Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen
Wrinkled and keen;

No grazing cattle through their prickly round
Can reach to wound;

But as they grow where nothing is to fear,
Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.

I love to view these things with curious eyes,

And moralize;

And in the wisdom of the Holly Tree

Can emblems see

Wherewith perchance to make a pleasant rhyme,
Such as may profit in the after time.

So, though abroad perchance I might appear
Harsh and austere,

To those who on my leisure would intrude

Reserved and rude,

Gentle at home amid my friends I'd be,

Like the high leaves upon the Holly Tree.

And should my youth, as youth is apt I know,

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irresistible facility. His Essays, or political and moral disquisitions, are not so full of original matter as Montaigne's. They are second or third rate compositions in that class.

It remains that I should say a few words of Mr. Coleridge; and there is no one who has a better right to say what he thinks of him than I have. "Is there here any dear friend of Cæsar? To him I say, that Brutus's love to Cæsar was no less than his." But no matter. His Ancient Mariner is his most remarkable performance, and the only one that I could point out to any one as giving an adequate idea of his great natural powers. It is high German, however, and in it he seems to "conceive of poetry but as a drunken dream, reckless, careless, and heedless, of past, present, and to come." His tragedies (for he has written two) are not answerable to it; they are, except a few poetical passages, drawling sentiment and metaphysical jargon. He has no genuine dramatic talent. There is one fine one fine passage in his Christobel, that which contains the description of the quarrel between Sir Leoline and Sir Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine, who had been friends in youth.

"Alas! they had been friends in youth,
But whispering tongues can poison truth;
And constancy lives in realms above;
And life is thorny; and youth is vain;
And to be wroth with one we love,
Doth work like madness in the brain :
And thus it chanc'd as I divine,

With Ronald and Sir Leoline.

And as when all the summer trees are seen
So bright and green,

The Holly leaves their fadeless hues display
Less bright than they,

But when the bare and wintry woods we see,
What then so cheerful as the Holly Tree?
So serious should my youth appear among
The thoughtless throng,

So would I seem amid the young and gay
More grave than they,

That in my age as cheerful I might be
As the green winter of the Holly Tree."-

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Each spake words of high disdain
And insult to his heart's best brother,
And parted ne'er to meet again!
But neither ever found another
To free the hollow heart from paining-

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder:
A dreary sea now flows between,

But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away I ween

The marks of that which once hath been.
Sir Leoline a moment's space
Stood gazing on the damsel's face;
And the youthful lord of Tryermaine
Came back upon his heart again."

It might seem insidious if I were to praise his ode entitled Fire, Famine, and Slaughter, as an effusion of high poetical enthusiasm, and strong political feeling. His Sonnet to Schiller conveys a fine compliment to the author of the Robbers, and an equally fine idea of the state of youthful enthusiasm in which he composed it.

"Schiller! that hour I would have wish'd to die,
If through the shudd'ring midnight I had sent
From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent,
That fearful voice, a famish'd father's cry-
That in no after moment aught less vast

Might stamp me mortal! A triumphant shout
Black Horror scream'd, and all her goblin rout
From the more with'ring scene diminish'd pass'd.
Ah! Bard tremendous in sublimity!

Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood,
Wand'ring at eve, with finely frenzied eye,

Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood!
Awhile, with mute awe gazing, I would brood,
Then weep aloud in a wild ecstacy!"

His Conciones ad Populum, Watchman, &c. are dreary trash. Of his Friend, I have spoken the truth elsewhere. But I may say of him here, that he is the only person I ever knew who answered to the idea of a man of genius. He is the only person from whom I ever learnt any thing. There is only one thing he could learn from me in return, but that he has not. He was the first poet I ever knew.

His genius at that time had angelic wings, and fed on manna. He talked on for ever; and you wished him to talk on for ever. His thoughts did not seem to come with labour and effort; but as if borne on the gusts of genius, and as if the wings of his imagination lifted him from off his feet. His voice rolled on the ear like the pealing organ, and its sound alone was the music of thought. His mind was clothed with wings; and raised on them, he lifted philosophy to heaven. In his descriptions, you then saw the progress of human happiness and liberty in bright and never-ending succession, like the steps of Jacob's ladder, with airy shapes ascending and descending, and with the voice of God at the top of the ladder. And shall I, who heard him then, listen to him now? Not I!. That spell is broke; that time is gone for ever; that voice is heard no more: but still the recollection comes rushing by with thoughts of long-past years, and rings in my ears with never-dying sound.

"What though the radiance which was once so bright,

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of glory in the grass, of splendour in the flow'r ;
I do not grieve, but rather find

Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy,

Which having been, must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;

In years that bring the philosophic mind!"—

I have thus gone through the task I intended, and have come at last to the level ground. I have felt my subject gradually sinking from under me as I advanced, and have been afraid of ending in nothing. The interest has unavoidably decreased at almost every successive step of the progress, like a play that has its catastrophe in the first or second act. This, however, I could not help. I have done as well as I could.

INDEX

Numbers before 216 refer to the Characters of Shakespear's Plays, numbers after
216 to the Lectures on the English Poets. The two Indexes are combined
for the sake of the light the books throw on each other. References to
the main discussion of any topic are given in larger type, and include all
sub-divisions of it.

Acting of Shakespeare's plays, ob-
jections against, 70, 81 sq., 108
sqq., 170 sq.; but Richard III.
properly a stage-play, 140; the
Winter's Tale one of the best to
act, 172 sq.

Addison's Campaign, 232.
Akenside, 359-

Allegory, people's alarm at, 261.
All's Well that Ends Well, 177-180.
Analogy, principle of, in Shake-
speare, 6.

'Angels' Visits,' 396 n.

Antitheses of Style, in Macbeth, 16.
Antony and Cleopatra, 58-63; illus-
trations from, 275; compared
with Julius Caesar, 21; Cleo-
patra in death compared to
Juliet, 93.
Arbuthnot, 340 sq.
Arden of Feversham, 210.
Ariosto, Spenser's obligations to,
257.

Aristocracy, criticism of the theory

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Bacon, his treatise on the Wisdom
of the Ancients, 40; on Poetry,

220.

Baillie, Joanna, 392 sq.
Ballad poetry, 383-387.
Barbauld, Mrs., 391 sq.
Bible, poetry of the, 236.
Blair's Grave, Campbell's Angels"
Visits' borrowed from, 396 n.
Bloomfield, Robert, 329-333.
Boccaccio, eulogy of, 179; his
Tales as near akin to poetry
as possible, 233.
See also
'Dryden.'

Borrowing by poets from their
predecessors, 240.

Bothwell, Lady Ann, 385.
Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, comes.
as near to poetry as possible,
233, cp. 266.
Buonaparte, Lord Byron's 'varying
humour' as to, 400.

Burke, on rival attractions of a
tragedy and an execution, 224;
why his writings are not poetry,
235 n.

Burns, 369-383.

Butler's Hudibras, 315
Byron, 399 sq.

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