HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 1796-1849. FAITH. Too true it is, my time of power was spent In idly watering weeds of casual growth,— Is Faith, abiding the appointed day. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 1796-1849. THE UNPARDONABLE SIN. IF I have sinned in act, I may repent; If I have erred in thought, I may disclaim And shed their influence on this passive ball, Abides a power that can my soul absolve? One sinful wish would make a hell of heaven. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 1796-1849. NIGHT. THE crackling embers on the hearth are dead; The indoor note of industry is still; The latch is fast; upon the window sill The small birds wait not for their daily bread; Of listening night. And haply now She sleeps ; For all the garrulous noises of the air Are hushed in peace; the soft dew silent weeps, Like hopeless lovers for a maid so fair Oh! that I were the happy dream that creeps To her soft heart, to find my image there. TO A LOFTY BEAUTY FROM HER POOR KINSMAN. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. 1796-1849. FAIR maid, had I not heard thy baby cries, Nor seen thy girlish, sweet vicissitude, Thy mazy motions, striving to elude, Yet wooing still a parent's watchful eyes, Thy humours, many as the opal's dyes, And lovely all;-methinks thy scornful mood, Thy brow, where Beauty sits to tyrannize O'er humble love, had made me sadly fear thee; For never sure was seen a royal bride Whose gentleness gave grace to so much pride,- Old times unqueen thee, and old loves endear thee, HOMER. HARTLEY FAR from the sight of earth, yet bright and plain COLERIDGE. 1796-1849. As the clear noon-day sun, an 'orb of song' Lovely and bright is seen, amid the throng Of lesser stars, that rise, and wax, and wane, The transient rulers of the fickle main, One constant light gleams through the dark and long And narrow aisle of memory. How strong, How fortified with all the numerous train Of truths wert thou, Great Poet of mankind, |