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LETTER20
CHARLESLAMBTOS.T.COLERIDGE
[P.M.Jan.10,1797.]
Saturday.
Iampletelyreconciledtothatsecondstrophe,andwa[i]veallobjection.InspiteoftheGrecianLyrists,Ipersiston[in]thinkingyourbriefpersonificationofMadnessuseless;reverenceforbidsmetosay,impertinent.Goldenlocksandsnowwhitegloriesareasincongruousasyourformer,andifthegreatItalianpainters,ofwhommyfriendknowsaboutasmuchasthemaninthemoon,ifthesegreatgentlemenbeonyourside,Iseenoharminretainingthepurple—thegloriesthatIhaveobservedtoencircletheheadsofsaintsandmadonnasinthoseoldpaintingshavebeenmostlyofadirtydrab-colordyellow—adullgambogiuKeepyouroldline:itwillexciteaconfusedkindofpleasurableideainthereadersmind,notclearenoughtobecalledaconception,norjustenough,Ithink,toreducetopainting.Itisarichline,yousay,andricheshideamanyfaults.Imaintain,thatinthe2dantist:youdodisjoinNatureandtheworld,andcontrarytoyourconductinthe2dstrophe."Naturejoinshergroans"—joinswithwhom,aGodsname,buttheworldorearthinlinepreceding?Butthisisbeingovercurious,Iacknowledge.NordidIcallthelastlineuseless,Ionlyobjectedto"unhurld."Icannotbemadetoliketheformerpartofthat2dEpode;Icannotbemadetofeelit,asIdotheparallelplacesinIsaiah,JeremyandDaniel.Whetheritisthatinthepresentcasetherhymeimpairstheefficacy;orthatthecircumstancesarefeigned,andweareconsciousofamadeuplyeinthecase,andthenarrativeistoolongwindedtopreservethesemblanceoftruth;orthatlines8.9.10.14inpartic:17and18aremeanandunenthusiastic;orthatlines5to8intheirchangeofrhymeshewlikeart—Idontknow,butitstrikesmeassomethingmeanttoaffect,andfailinginitspurpose.Remembermywaywardnessoffeelingissingle,andsinglystandsopposedtoallyourfriends,andwhatisoneamongmany!ThisIknow,thatyour"ationsfromtheprophetshaveneverescapedme,andneverfaildtoaffectmestrongly.Ihatethatsimile.IamgladyouhaveamendedthatparenthesisintheaccountofDestruction.Ilikeitwellnow.Onlyutter[?omit]thathistoryofchild-bearing,andallwilldowell.LettheobnoxiousEpoderemain,toterrifysuchofyourfriendsasarewillingtobeterrified.IthinkIwouldomittheNotes,notasnotgoodperse,butasuncongenialwiththedignityoftheOde.Ineednotrepeatmywishestohavemylittlesonnetsprintedverbatimmylastway.Inparticular,Ifearlestyoushouldpreferprintingmyfirstsonnet,asyouhavedonemorethanonce,"didthewandofMerlinwave"?ItlookssolikeMr.Merlin,theingenioussuccessoroftheimmortalMerlin,nowlivingingoodhealthandspirits,andnourishinginmagicalreputationinOxfordStreet;andonmylife,onehalfwhoreaditwouldunderstanditso.DoputemforthfinallyasIhave,invariousletters,settledit;forfirstamansselfistobepleased,andthenhisfriends,—and,ofcoursethegreaternumberofhisfriends,iftheydifferinterse.Thustastemaysafelybeputtothevote.Idolongtoseeournamestogether—notforvanityssake,andnaughtyprideofheartaltogether,fornotalivingsoul,Iknoworamintimatewith,willscarcereadthebook—soIshallgainnothingquoadfamam,—andyetthereisalittlevanitymixesinit,Icannothelpdenying.Iamawareoftheunpoeticalcastofthe6lastlinesofmylastsonnet,andthinkmyselfunwarrantedinsmugglingsotameathingintothebook;onlythesentimentsofthose6linesarethoroughlycongenialtomeinmystateofmind,andIwishtoaccumulateperpetuatingtokensofmyaffectiontopoorMary;thatithasnooriginalityinitscast,noranythinginthefeelings,butwhatismonandnaturaltothousands,noraughtproperlycalledpoetry,Isee;stillitwilltendtokeeppresenttomymindaviewofthingswhichIoughttoindulge.
These6lines,too,havenot,toareader,aconnectednesswiththeforegoing.Omitit,ifyoulike.—Whatatreasureitistomypoorindolentandunemployedmind,thustolayholdonasubjecttotalkabout,thotisbutasonnetandthatofthelowestorder.HowmournfullyinactiveIam!—Tisnight:good-night.
Mysister,IthankGod,isnighrecovered.Shewasseriouslyill.Do,inyournextletter,andthatrightsoon,givemesomesatisfactionrespectingyourpresentsituationatStowey.Isitafarmyouhavegot?andwhatdoesyourworshipknowaboutfarming?Coleridge,IwantyoutowriteanEpicpoeNothingshortofitcansatisfythevastcapacityoftruepoeticgenius.HavingonegreatEndtodirectallyourpoeticalfacultiesto,andonwhichtolayoutyourhopes,yourambition,willshewyoutowhatyouareequal.BythesacredenergiesofMilton,bythedaintysweetandsoothingphantasiesofhoneytonguedSpenser,IadjureyoutoattempttheEpic.Ordosomethingmoreamplethanwritinganoccasionalbriefodeorsonnet;something"tomakeyourselfforeverknown,—tomaketheagetoeyourown".ButIprate;doubtlessyoumeditatesomething.WhenyouareexaltedamongtheLordsofEpicfame,Ishallrecallwithpleasure,andexultingly,thedaysofyourhumility,whenyoudisdainednottoputforthinthesamevolumewithmine,yourreligiousmusings,andthatotherpoemfromtheJoanofArc,thosepromisingfirstfruitsofhighrenowntoe.Youhavelearning,youhavefancy,youhaveenthusiasm—youhavestrengthandamplitudeofwingenowforflightslikethoseIremend.Inthevastandunexploredregionsoffairyland,thereisgroundenoughunfoundanduncultivated;searchthere,andrealizeyourfavouriteSusquehanahscheme.Inallourparisonsoftaste,IdonotknowwhetherIhaveeverheardyouropinionofapoet,verydeartome,thenowoutoffashionCowley—favormewithyourjudgmentofhim,andtellmeifhisproseessays,inparticular,aswellasnoinconsiderablepartofhisverse,benotdelicious.Ipreferthegracefulramblingofhisessays,eventothecourtlyeleganceandeaseofAddison—abstractingfromthisthelattersexquisitehumour.WhyisnotyourpoemonBurnsintheMonthlyMagazine?Iwasmuchdisappointed.Ihaveapleasurablebutconfusedremembranceofit.
Whenthelittlevolumeisprinted,sendme3or4,atalleventsnotmorethan6copies,andtellmeifIputyoutoanyadditionalexpence,byprintingwithyou.Ihavenothoughtofthekind,andinthatcase,mustreimburseyou.Myepistleisamodelofunconnectedness,butIhavenopartic:subjecttowriteon,andmustproportionmyscribbleinsomedegreetotheincreaseofpostage.Itisnotquitefair,consideringhowburdensomeyourcorrespondencefromdifferentquartersmustbe,toaddtoitwithsolittleshewofreason.Iwillmakeanendforthisevening.SundayEven:—Farewell.
Priestly,whomIsininalmostadoring,speaksof"suchachoiceofpany,astendstokeepupthatrightbent,andfirmnessofmind,whichanecessaryintercoursewiththeworldwouldotherwisewarpandrelax.Suchfellowshipisthetruebalsamoflife,itscementisinfinitelymoredurablethanthatofthefriendshipsoftheworld,anditlooksforitsproperfruit,andpletegratification,tothelifebeyondtheGrave."Isthereapossiblechanceforsuchanoneasmetorealizeinthisworld,suchfriendships?WhereamItolookforem?WhattestimonialsshallIbringofmybeingworthyofsuchfriendship?Alas!thegreatandgoodgotogetherinseparateHerds,andleavesuchasmetolagfarfarbehindinallintellectual,andfarmoregrievoustosay,inallmoral,acplishments.Coleridge,Ihavenotonetrulyelevatedcharacteramongmyacquaintance:notoneChristian:notonebutundervaluesChristianity.SinglywhatamItodo?Wesley(haveyoureadhislife?washenotanelevatedcharacter?)Wesleyhassaid,"Religionisnotasolitarything."Alas!itnecessarilyissowithme,ornexttosolitary.Tistrue,youwritetome.Butcorrespondencebyletter,andpersonalintimacy,areverywidelydifferent.Do,dowritetome,anddosomegoodtomymind,alreadyhowmuch"warpedandrelaxed"bytheworld!—Tistheconclusionofanotherevening.Goodnight.Godhaveusallinhiskeeping.Ifyouaresufficientlyatleisure,obligemewithanaccountofyourplanoflifeatStowey—yourliteraryoccupationsandprospects—inshortmakemeacquaintedwitheverycircumstance,which,asrelatingtoyou,canbeinterestingtome.AreyouyetaBerkleyan?Makemeone.Irejoiceinbeing,speculatively,anecessarian.WouldtoGod,Iwerehabituallyapracticalone.Confirmmeinthefaithofthatgreatandgloriousdoctrine,andkeepmesteadyinthecontemplationofit.YousometimesinceexprestanintentionyouhadoffinishingsomeextensiveworkontheEvidencesofNaturalandRevealedReligion.Haveyouletthatintentiongo?Orareyoudoinganythingtowardsit?Maketoyourselfothertentalents.Myletterisfullofnothingness.Italkofnothing.ButImusttalk.Ilovetowritetoyou.Itakeaprideinit.Itmakesmethinklessmeanlyofmyself.ItmakesmethinkmyselfnottotallydisconnectedfromthebetterpartofMankind.Iknow,Iamtoodissatisfiedwiththebeingsaroundme,—butIcannothelpoccasionallyexclaiming"Woeisme,thatIamconstrainedtodwellwithMeshech,andtohavemyhabitationamongthetentsofKedar"—IknowIamnowaysbetterinpracticethanmyneighbours—butIhaveatasteforreligion,anoccasionalearnestaspirationafterperfection,whichtheyhavenot.Igainnothingbybeingwithsuchasmyself—weencourageoneanotherinmediocrity—Iamalwayslongingtobewithmenmoreexcellentthanmyself.Allthismustsoundoddtoyou;butthesearemypredominantfeelings,whenIsitdowntowritetoyou,andIshouldputforceuponmymind,wereItorejecttheYetIrejoyce,andfeelmyprivilegewithgratitude,whenIhavebeenreadingsomewisebook,suchasIhavejustbeenreading—PriestleyonPhilosophicalnecessity—inthethoughtthatIenjoyakindofmunion,akindoffriendshipeven,withthegreatandgood.Booksaretomeinsteadoffriends.Iwishtheydidnotresemblethelatterintheirscarceness.—AndhowdoeslittleDavidHartley?"Ecquidinantiquamvirtutem?"—doeshismightynameworkwondersyetuponhislittleframe,andopeningmind?Ididnotdistinctlyunderstandyou,—youdontmeantomakeanactualploughmanofhim?Mrs.C——isnodoubtwell,—givemykindestrespectstoher.IsLloydwithyouyet?—areyouintimatewithSouthey?Whatpoemsisheabouttopublish—hehathamostprolificbrain,andisindeedamostsweetpoet.ButhowcanyouanswerallthevariousmassofinterrogationIhaveputtoyouinthecourseofthissheet.
Writebackjustwhatyoulike,onlywritesomething,howeverbrief.Ihavenownighfinishedmypage,andgottotheendofanotherevening(Mondayevening)—andmyeyesareheavyandsleepy,andmybrainunsuggestive.IhavejustheartenoughawaketosayGoodnightoncemore,andGodloveyoumydearfriend,Godloveusall.Marybearsanaffectionateremembranceofyou.
CHARLESLAMB.
[ThecriticismscontainedinthefirstparagraphbearuponColeridges"OdeontheDepartingYear,"whichhadalreadyappearedtwice,intheCambridgeIntelligencerandinaquartoissuedbyCottle,andwasnowbeingrevisedforthesecondeditionofthePoems.
ThepersonificationofMadnesswascontainedintheline,afterwardsomitted:—
ForstilldoesMadnessroamonGuiltsblackdizzyheight.
Lambsobjectiontothisline,consideringhishomecircumstancesatthetime,wasverynatural.InAntistropheI.ColeridgeoriginallysaidoftheetherealmultitudeinHeaven—
WhosepurpleLockswithsnow-whiteGloriesshone.
Inthe1797Poemsthelineran—
WhosewreathedLockswithsnow-whiteGloriesshone;
andinthefinalversion—
Whoselockswithwreaths,whosewreathswithgloriesshone.
Coleridgemusthavesupportedhiscase,intheletterwhichLambisanswering,byareferencetotheItalianpainters.
Coleridgeinthe1797editionofhisPoemsmadenoalterationtomeetLambsstrictures.ThesimilethatLambhatedis,Iimagine,thatofthesoldieronthewarfield."Thehistoryofchild-bearing"referredtoisthepassageattheendofStropheII.TothequartoColeridgehadappendedvariousnotes.In1797hehadonlythree,andaddedanargument.
ThereferencetoMerlinwillbeexplainedbyaglanceattheparallelsonnetsabove.MerlinwasentirelyColeridgesidea.AconjurorofthatnamewasjustthenamongLondonsattractions.
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