Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE REPROOF AND REPLY, by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fie, mr. Coleridge! - and can this be you Last Line: "the eighth commandment was not made for bards!""'" Subject(s): Crime & Criminals | ||||||||
'Fie, Mr Coleridge! -- and can this be you? Break two commandments? and in church-time too! Have you not heard, or have you heard in vain, The birth and parentage-recording strain? Confessions shrill, that out-shrill'd mack'rel drown -- Fresh from the drop, the youth not yet cut down. Letter to sweet-heart -- the last dying speech -- And didn't all this begin in Sabbath-breach? You, that knew better! In broad open day. Steal in, steal out, and steal our flowers away? What could possess you? Ah! sweet youth, I fear The chap with horns and tail was at your ear!' Such sounds of late, accusing fancy brought From fair ------- to the Poet's thought. Now hear the meek Parnassian youth's reply: -- A bow, a pleading look, a downcast eye, -- And then: 'Fair dame! a visionary wight, Hard by your hill-side mansion sparkling white, His thoughts all hovering round the Muses' home, Long hath it been your poet's wont to roam, And many a morn, on his becharmed sense So rich a stream of music issued thence He deem'd himself, as it flowed warbling on, Beside the vocal fount of Helicon! But when, as if to settle the concern, A nymph too he beheld, in many a turn, Guiding the sweet rill from its fontal urn, -- Say, can you blame? -- No! none that saw and heard Could blame a bard, that he thus inly stirr'd; A muse beholding in each fervent trait, Took Mary ------- for Polly Hymnia! Or haply as there stood beside the maid One loftier form in sable stole array'd, If with regretful thought he hail'd in thee -------, his long-lost friend, Mol Pomene! But most of you, soft warblings, I complain! 'Twas ye that from the bee-hive of my brain Lured the wild fancies forth, a freakish rout, And witch'd the air with dreams turn'd inside out. 'Thus all conspir'd -- each power of eye and ear, And this gay month, th' enchantress of the year, To cheat poor me (no conjurer, God wot!) And -------'s self accomplice in the plot. Can you then wonder if I went astray? Not bards alone, nor lovers mad as they; -- All nature day-dreams in the month of May. And if I pluck'd each flower that sweetest blows, -- Who walks in sleep, needs follow must his nose. Thus, long accustom'd on the twy-fork'd hill, To pluck both flower and floweret at my will; The garden's maze, like No-man's-land, I tread, Nor common law, nor statute in my head; For my own proper smell, sight, fancy, feeling, With autocratic hand at once repealing Five Acts of Parliament 'gainst private stealing! But yet from ------- who despairs of grace? There's no spring-gun or man-trap in that face! Let Moses then look black, and Aaron blue, That look as if they had little else to do: For ------- speaks, "Poor youth! he's but a waif! The spoons all right? the hen and chickens safe? Well, well, he shall not forfeit our regards -- The Eighth Commandment was not made for Bards!"' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDLADY OF THE WHINTON INN TELLS A STORY by AMY LOWELL THE MORE A MAN HAS THE MORE A MAN WANTS by PAUL MULDOON SUMMER SOLSTICE, NEW YORK CITY by SHARON OLDS MARRYING THE HANGMAN by MARGARET ATWOOD IN PHARAOH'S TOMB by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |
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