The Life and Times of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Complete Autobiographical Works. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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I refer the reader to the exquisite stanzas cited for another purpose from THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY; and then annex, as being in my opinion instances of this disharmony in style, the two following:
“And one, the rarest, was a shell,
Which he, poor child, had studied well:
The shell of a green turtle, thin
And hollow; — you might sit therein,
It was so wide, and deep.”
“Our Highland Boy oft visited
The house which held this prize; and, led
By choice or chance, did thither come
One day, when no one was at home,
And found the door unbarred.”
Or page 172, vol. I.
“‘Tis gone forgotten, let me do
My best. There was a smile or two —
I can remember them, I see
The smiles worth all the world to me.
Dear Baby! I must lay thee down:
Thou troublest me with strange alarms;
Smiles hast thou, sweet ones of thine own;
I cannot keep thee in my arms;
For they confound me: as it is,
I have forgot those smiles of his!”
Or page 269, vol. I.
“Thou hast a nest, for thy love and thy rest
And though little troubled with sloth
Drunken lark! thou would’st be loth
To be such a traveller as I.
Happy, happy liver!
With a soul as strong as a mountain river
Pouring out praise to th’ Almighty giver,
Joy and jollity be with us both!
Hearing thee or else some other,
As merry a brother
I on the earth will go plodding on
By myself cheerfully till the day is done.”
The incongruity, which I appear to find in this passage, is that of the two noble lines in italics with the preceding and following. So vol. II. page 30.
“Close by a Pond, upon the further side,
He stood alone; a minute’s space I guess,
I watch’d him, he continuing motionless
To the Pool’s further margin then I drew;
He being all the while before me full in view.”
Compare this with the repetition of the same image, the next stanza but two.
“And, still as I drew near with gentle pace,
Beside the little pond or moorish flood
Motionless as a Cloud the Old Man stood,
That heareth not the loud winds when they call;
And moveth altogether, if it move at all.”
Or lastly, the second of the three following stanzas, compared both with the first and the third.
“My former thoughts returned; the fear that kills;
And hope that is unwilling to be fed;
Cold, pain, and labour, and all fleshly ills;
And mighty Poets in their misery dead.
But now, perplex’d by what the Old Man had said,
My question eagerly did I renew,
‘How is it that you live, and what is it you do?’
“He with a smile did then his words repeat;
And said, that gathering Leeches far and wide
He travell’d; stirring thus about his feet
The waters of the Ponds where they abide.
`Once I could meet with them on every side;
‘But they have dwindled long by slow decay;
‘Yet still I persevere, and find them where I may.’