The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 141

The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 141

[37] a full-born] an armed MS. B.


[38] Of that dear hope afflicted and amazed MS. Letter, 1815.


[39] So homeward summoned MS. Letter, 1815.


[40] As from the watch-tower MS. B.


[44] controlling] ? impelling, ? directing MS. W.


[45-6]


Virtue and Love--an Orphic Tale indeed A Tale divine


MS. W.


[45] song] tale MS. B.


[46] song] tale MS. B. thoughts] truths MS. Letter, 1815.


[47-9]


Ah! great Bard Ere yet that last swell dying awd the air With stedfast ken I viewed thee in the choir


MS. W.


[48] that] the MS. B.


[49] With steadfast eyes I saw thee MS. B.


[52] for they, both power and act MS. B.


[53] them] _them_ S. L. 1828, 1829.


[54] _for_ them, they _in_ it S. L. 1828, 1829.


[58] lay] song MSS. W., B.


[59] lay] song MSS. W., B.


[61 foll.]


Dear shall it be to every human heart, To me how more than dearest! me, on whom Comfort from thee, and utterance of thy love, Came with such heights and depths of harmony, Such sense of wings uplifting, that the storm 5 Scatterd and whirld me, till my thoughts became A bodily tumult; and thy faithful hopes, Thy hopes of me, dear Friend! by me unfelt!


Were troublous to me, almost as a voice, Familiar once, and more than musical; 10 To one cast forth, whose hope had seemd to die A wanderer with a worn-out heart Mid strangers pining with untended wounds.


O Friend, too well thou knowst, of what sad years The long suppression had benumbd my soul, 15 That even as life returns upon the drownd, The unusual joy awoke a throng of pains-- _Keen pangs_, &c.


MSS. B, W


with the following variants:--


ll. 5-6


Such sense of wings uplifting, that its might Scatterd and quelld me--


MS. B.


ll. 11, 12


As a dear womans voice to one cast forth A wanderer with a worn-out heart forlorn.


[73] thee] _thee_ S. L. 1828, 1829.


[74] Strewed] Strewn MS. B., 1828, 1829.


[82] thy] _thy_ S. L. 1828, 1829.


[82-3]


Thou too, Friend!


O injure not the memory of that hour


MS. W.


Thou too, Friend!


Impair thou not the memory of that Hour


MS. B.


[93] Becomes most sweet! hours for their own sake haild MS. W.


[96] thy] the MS. B.


[98] my] her MS. B.


[102] and] my MSS. W., B.


[104] Song] lay MS. W.


[106] my] mine MSS. W., B.


[Between 107-8] (All whom I deepliest love--in one room all!) MSS. W., B.


AN ANGEL VISITANT[409:1]


Within these circling hollies woodbine-clad-- Beneath this small blue roof of vernal sky-- How warm, how still! Tho tears should dim mine eye, Yet will my heart for days continue glad, For here, my love, thou art, and here am I!