HARTLEY COLERIDGE. COLERIDGE, HARTLEY, English poet, son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, born at Clevedon, Somersetshire, September 19, 1796; died at Rydal, Westmoreland, January 6, 1849. He was a child of uncommon promise. In 1815 Hartley Coleridge was entered as a student of Merton College, Oxford; and three years afterward he gained a fellowship in Oriel College, but he soon forfeited the position. He afterward went to Ambleside and opened a school there which proved unsuccessful. Hartley Coleridge wrote much prose and more verse worthy of a place in the records of literature. ADDRESS TO CERTAIN GOLDFISHES. RESTLESS forms of living light, With a thousand shadowings; Or of the shade of golden flowers, When you would elude our eyes. And yet, since on this hapless earth To drown the outcry of the heart: And endless labor dull and vain; And while your forms are gayly shining, Nay but still I fain would dream : That ye are happy as ye seem. TO SHAKESPEARE. THE Soul of man is larger than the sky; And stock reserved of every living kind, Or the firm, fatal purpose of the heart Can make of Man. Yet thou wert still the same, Serene of thought, unhurt by thy own flame. TO WORDSWORTH. THERE have been poets that in verse display Have furnished matters for a polished lay. Of restless Nature. But thou, mighty Seer! Of Nature's inner shrine thou art the Priest, STILL A CHILD. LONG time a child, and still a child, when years But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep; and, waking, Of duty on my back. Nor child nor man, GRAY HAIRS AND WISDOM. "I THANK my God because my hairs are gray !" Of life is lingering on the middle way, Will the rank weeds of hopeless appetite Is it a Sabbath, or untimely frost, That makes the labor of the soul to cease? TO A NEWLY MARRIED FRIEND. How shall a man foredoomed to lone estate, Much like a patch of dusky snow in May, The blest completion of a patient wooing? Or how commend a younger man for doing What ne'er to do hath been his fault or fate? There is a fable that I once did read, Of a bad angel that was someway good, THE WAIF OF NATURE. A LONELY wanderer upon earth am I, The waif of Nature - like uprooted weed Borne by the stream, or like a shaken reed, A frail dependent of the fickle sky; Far, far away, are all my natural kin: The mother that erewhile hath hushed my cry Almost hath grown a mere fond memory. Where is my sister's smile? my brother's boisterous din? Ah! nowhere now. A matron grave and sage, A holy mother is that sister sweet. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. COLERIDGE, SAMUEL TAYLOR, an English poet and philosopher, born at Ottery St. Mary, England, October 21, 1772; died at Highgate, London, July 25, 1834. A scholarship at Christ Hospital, London, was obtained for the boy. In 1791, he obtained a presentation to Jesus College, Cambridge, where he studied for three years, and finally left without taking his degree. He visited Oxford, where he became acquainted with Robert Southey. The young men formed a scheme for emigrating to the banks of the Susquehanna. The scheme was subsequently abandoned, much to the chagrin of Coleridge. Coleridge married in October, 1795, and from 1796 to 1798 lived at Nether Stowey in Somersetshire. Here was written not a little of the best of the poetry of Coleridge: The "Ode on the Departing Year;" "Fears in Solitude;" "France - an Ode;" "The Ancient Mariner;" the first part of "Christabel," and the tragedy of "Remorse." A few years later Wordsworth, Southey, and Coleridge were living for a while near each other in the Lake region, and, though differing greatly in all personal and literary characteristics, were popularly grouped together as "The Lake Poets." In the meanwhile, in 1798, Coleridge went to Germany, and resided there for more than a year, plunged into the ocean of German metaphysics, and made his great translation of Schiller's dramas, "The Piccolomini" and "The Death of Wallenstein." He returned to England and for a time made his home with Southey. In 1804 he went to Malta as Assistant Secretary to the Governor. He retained this position only nine months, then returned home, making a brief residence in Italy by the way. In 1810 Coleridge had come to be a victim to the use of opium. In 1815 he was to all appearances a complete wreck, physically and mentally, but by judicious treatment the "opium habit" was ultimately overcome, and within the next ten years he produced the most notable of his prose works. The career of Coleridge as a poet really closed at about the age of twenty-eight. He lived, indeed, thirty-four years more, during which time he wrote much noble. prose. A few short poems and fragments make up all the verse written thereafter by Coleridge. Among the many titles under which his works were published, the following are probably most |