The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 115

The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 115

And now a Tale of Love and Woe, A woeful Tale of Love I sing: Hark, gentle Maidens, hark! it sighs And trembles on the string.


But most, my own dear Genevieve!


It sighs and trembles most for thee!


O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befel the dark Ladie.


The fifth stanza of the _Introduction_ finds its place as the fifth stanza of the text, and the sixth stanza as the first.


[3] All are] Are all S. L. (For _Are all_ r. _All are_. _Errata_, p.


[xi]).


[5-6]


O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon


M. P., MS. erased.


[7] lay] sate M. P.


[15] lay] harp M. P., MS., L. B.


[21] soft] sad M. P., MS. erased.


[22] sang] sung E. M.


[23] suited] fitted M. P., MS., L. B.


[24] That ruin] The Ruin M. P., MS., L. B.: The ruins E. M.


[29] that] who M. P.


[31] that] how M. P.


[34] The low, the deep MS., L. B.


[35] In which I told E. M.


[42] That] Which MS., L. B. that] this M. P., MS., L. B.


[43] And how he roamd M. P. that] how MS. erased.


[Between 44-5]


And how he crossd the Woodmans paths [path E. M.]


Tho briars and swampy mosses beat, How boughs rebounding scourgd his limbs, And low stubs gord his feet.


M. P.


[45] That] How M. P., MS. erased.


[51] that] how M. P., MS. erased.


[53] that] how M. P., MS. erased.


[54] murderous] lawless M. P.


[59] ever] meekly M. P. For still she MS. erased.


[61] that] how M. P., MS. erased.


[78] virgin-] maiden-M. P., MS., L. B.


[79] murmur] murmurs M. P.


[Between 80-1]


{ heave I saw her bosom { [*rise*] and swell, Heave and swell with inward sighs-- I could not choose but love to see Her gentle bosom rise.


M. P., MS. erased.


[81] Her wet cheek glowed M. P., MS. erased.


[84] fled] flew M. P.


[94] virgin] maiden MS. erased.


[95] so] thus M. P.


[After 96]


And now once more a tale of woe, A woeful tale of love I sing; For thee, my Genevieve! it sighs, And trembles on the string.


When last I sang [sung E. M.] the cruel scorn That crazd this bold and lonely [lovely E. M.] knight, And how he roamd the mountain woods, Nor rested day or night;


I promisd thee a sister tale Of Mans perfidious Cruelty; Come, then, and hear what cruel wrong Befel the Dark Ladie.


_End of the Introduction_ M. P.


ODE TO GEORGIANA, d.u.c.h.eSS OF DEVONSHIRE[335:1]


ON THE TWENTY-FOURTH STANZA IN HER Pa.s.sAGE OVER MOUNT GOTHARD


And hail the Chapel! hail the Platform wild!


Where Tell directed the avenging dart, With well-strung arm, that first preservst his child, Then aimd the arrow at the tyrants heart.