Dave Good noon, Feb. 21
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: reformed English prosody with less archaic diction
He also introduced the world to the phrase “suspension of disbelief”
Lines On Observing A Blossom On The First Of February, 1796
- Sweet flower! that peeping from thy russet stem
- Unfoldest timidly, (for in strange sort
- This dark, frieze-coated, hoarse, teeth-chattering month
- Hath borrowed Zephyr’s voice, and gazed upon thee
- With blue voluptuous eye) alas poor flower!
- These are but flatteries of the faithless year.
- Perchance, escaped its unknown polar cave,
- E’en now the keen north-east is on its way.
- Flower that must perish! shall I liken thee
- To some sweet girl of too, too rapid growth,
- Nipped by consumption mid untimely charms?
- Or to Bristowa’s bard, the wond’rous boy!
- As amaranth, which earth scarce seemed to own,
- Till disappointment come, and pelting wrong
- Beat it to earth? or with indignant grief
- Shall I compare thee to poor Poland’s hope,
- Bright flower of hope killed in the opening bud?
- Farewell, sweet blossom! better fate be thine
- And mock my boding! Dim similitudes
- Weaving in moral strains, I’ve stolen one hour
- From anxious self, life’s cruel taskmaster!
- And the warm wooings of this sunny day
- Tremble along my frame, and harmonize
- The attempered organ, that even saddest thoughts
- Mix with some sweet sensations, like harsh tunes
- Played deftly on a soft-toned instrument.
Sonnet Xix. To A Friend, Who Asked How I Felt When The Nurse First Presented My Infant To Me
- Charles! my slow heart was only sad, when first
- I scanned that face of feeble infancy;
- For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst
- All I had been, and all my babe might be!
- But when I saw it on its Mother’s arm,
- And hanging at her bosom (she the while
- Bent o’er its features with a tearful smile),
- Then I was thrilled and melted, and most warm
- Impressed a Father’s kiss: and all beguiled
- Of dark remembrance, and presageful fear,
- I seemed to see an Angel’s form appear--
- ‘Twas even thine, beloved Woman mild!
- So for the Mother’s sake the Child was dear,
- And dearer was the Mother for the Child.