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LETTER18
CHARLESLAMBTOS.T.COLERIDGE
Dec.10th,1796.
Ihadputmyletterintothepostratherhastily,notexpectingtohavetoacknowledgeanotherfromyousosoon.Thismorningspresenthasmademealiveagain:mylastnightsepistlewaschildishlyquerulous;butyouhaveputalittlelifeintome,andIwillthankyouforyourremembranceofme,whilemysenseofitisyetwarm;forifIlingeradayortwoImayusethesamephraseofacknowledgment,orsimilar;butthefeelingthatdictatesitnowwillbegone.Ishallsendyouacaputmortuum,notacorvivens.ThyWatchmans,thybellmans,verses,Idoretortuponthee,thoulibellousvarlet,—why,youcriedthehoursyourself,andwhomadeyousoproud?ButIsubmit,toshowmyhumility,mostimplicitlytoyourdogmas.Irejectentirelythecopyofversesyoureject.Withregardtomyleavingoffversifying,youhavesaidsomanyprettythings,somanyfinepliments,ingeniouslydeckedoutinthegarbofsincerity,andundoubtedlyspringingfromapresentfeelingsomewhatlikesincerity,thatyoumightmeltthemostun-muse-icalsoul,—didyounot(nowforaRowlandplimentforyourprofusionofOlivers)—didyounotinyourveryepistle,bythemanyprettyfanciesandprofusionofheartdisplayedinit,dissuadeanddiscouragemefromattemptinganythingafteryou.AtpresentIhavenotleisuretomakeverses,noranythingapproachingtoafondnessfortheexercise.Intheignorantpresenttime,whocananswerforthefutureman?"
AtloversperjuriesJovelaughs"
—andpoetshavesometimesadisingenuouswayofforswearingtheiroccupation.Thisthoughisnotmycase.Thetendercastofsoul,sombredwithmelancholyandsubsidingrecollections,isfavourabletotheSonnetortheElegy;butfrom
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Thesaintedgrowingwoof,
Theteasingtroubleskeepaloof."
Themusicofpoesymaycharmforawhiletheimportunateteasingcaresoflife;buttheteasedandtroubledmanisnotinadispositiontomakethatmusic.
YousentmesomeverysweetlinesrelativetoBurns,butitwasatatimewhen,inmyhighlyagitatedandperhapsdistortedstateofmind,IthoughtitadutytoreademhastilyandburneIburnedallmyownverses,allmybookofextractsfromBeaumontandFletcherandathousandsources:IburnedalittlejournalofmyfoolishpassionwhichIhadalongtimekept—
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Notingeretheypastaway
Thelittlelinesofyesterday."
Ialmostburnedallyourletters,—Ididasbad,Ilentemtoafriendtokeepoutofmybrotherssight,shouldheeandmakeinquisitionintoourpapers,for,muchashedweltuponyourconversationwhileyouwereamongus,anddelightedtobewithyou,ithasbeenhisfashioneversincetodepreciateandcryyoudown,—youwerethecauseofmymadness—youandyourdamnedfoolishsensibilityandmelancholy—andhelamentedwithatruebrotherlyfeelingthatweevermet,evenasthesobercitizen,whenhissonwentastrayuponthemountainsofParnassus,issaidtohave"
cursedwitandPoetryandPope."
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ewrong,butnomatter.TheselettersIlenttoafriendtobeoutofthewayforaseason;butIhaveclaimedtheminvain,andshallnotceasetoregrettheirloss.Yourpackets,posteriortothedateofmymisfortunes,mencingwiththatvaluableconsolatoryepistle,areeverydayaccumulating—theyaresacredthingswithme.
PublishyourBurnswhenandhowyoulike,itwillbenewtome,—mymemoryofitisveryconfused,andtaintedwithunpleasantassociations.Burnswasthegodofmyidolatry,asBowlesofyours.IamjealousofyourfraternisingwithBowles,whenIthinkyourelishhimmorethanBurnsormyoldfavourite,Cowper.Butyouconciliatematterswhenyoutalkofthe"
divinechit-chat"
ofthelatter:bytheexpressionIseeyouthoroughlyrelishhiIloveMrs.Coleridgeforherexcusesanhundredfoldmoredearlythanifsheheaped"
lineuponline,"
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