Both. The same! the same! SLAUGHTER. He came by stealth, and unlock'd my den, Both. Who bade you do 't? SLAUGHTER. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried, Halloo ! To him alone the praise is due. FAMINE. Thanks, sisters, thanks! the men have bled, Both. Whisper it, sister! in our ear. FAMINE. A baby beat its dying mother: I had starved the one and was starving the other! Who bade you do 't? Both. FAMINE. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried, Halloo! FIRE. Sisters! I from Ireland came! I flung back my head and I held my sides, To see the swelter'd cattle run By the light of his own blazing cot The house-stream met the flame and hiss'd, FIRE. The same! the same! Letters four do form his name. He let me loose, and cried, Halloo ! All. He let us loose, and cried, Halloo! FAMINE. Wisdom comes with lack of food. SLAUGHTER. They shall tear him limb from limb! FIRE. O thankless beldames and untrue! Cling to him everlastingly. 1796. 1 Ninety.] This puts us back to the breaking out of the French Revolution. II. LOVE POEMS. "Quas1 humilis tenero stylus olim effudit in ævo, Frons alia est, moresque alii, nova mentis imago, Pectore nunc gelido calidos miseremur amantes, LOVE.* LL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, Oft in my waking dreams do I 1 Quas, &c.] The quotation is worth conning over. * A fragment of The Ballad of the Dark Ladie. For others, see" Miscellaneous Poems and Fragments." First published in The Morning Post, in 1799, and afterwards in the second edition of Lyrical Ballads, in 1800. When midway on the mount I lay, The moonshine,' stealing o'er the scene, She lean'd against the armed man, Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. I play'd a soft and doleful air, She listen'd with a flitting blush, The moonshine, &c.] The idea occurs in Coleridge's description of his ascent of the Brocken, written, like the poem, immediately upon his return from Germany :— "The moon above us blending with the evening light.". Gillman's Life of Coleridge. |