The Life and Times of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Complete Autobiographical Works. Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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СКАЧАТЬ enmity behind the mask of anonymous criticism: secondly for the necessity of a certain proportion of abuse and ridicule in a Review, in order to make it saleable, in consequence of which, if they have no friends behind the scenes, the chance must needs be against them; but lastly and chiefly, for the excitement and temporary sympathy of feeling, which the recitation of the poem by an admirer, especially if he be at once a warm admirer and a man of acknowledged celebrity, calls forth in the audience. For this is really a species of animal magnetism, in which the enkindling reciter, by perpetual comment of looks and tones, lends his own will and apprehensive faculty to his auditors. They live for the time within the dilated sphere of his intellectual being. It is equally possible, though not equally common, that a reader left to himself should sink below the poem, as that the poem left to itself should flag beneath the feelings of the reader. — But, in my own instance, I had the additional misfortune of having been gossiped about, as devoted to metaphysics, and worse than all, to a system incomparably nearer to the visionary flights of Plato, and even to the jargon of the Mystics, than to the established tenets of Locke. Whatever therefore appeared with my name was condemned beforehand, as predestined metaphysics. In a dramatic poem, which had been submitted by me to a gentleman of great influence in the theatrical world, occurred the following passage: —

      “O we are querulous creatures! Little less

      Than all things can suffice to make us happy:

      And little more than nothing is enough

      To make us wretched.”

      Aye, here now! (exclaimed the critic) here come Coleridge’s metaphysics! And the very same motive (that is, not that the lines were unfit for the present state of our immense theatres; but that they were metaphysics ) was assigned elsewhere for the rejection of the two following passages. The first is spoken in answer to a usurper, who had rested his plea on the circumstance, that he had been chosen by the acclamations of the people. —

      “What people? How convened? or, if convened,

      Must not the magic power that charms together

      Millions of men in council, needs have power

      To win or wield them? Rather, O far rather

      Shout forth thy titles to yon circling mountains,

      And with a thousandfold reverberation

      Make the rocks flatter thee, and the volleying air,

      Unbribed, shout back to thee, King Emerick!

      By wholesome laws to embank the sovereign power,

      To deepen by restraint, and by prevention

      Of lawless will to amass and guide the flood

      In its majestic channel, is man’s task

      And the true patriot’s glory! In all else

      Men safelier trust to Heaven, than to themselves

      When least themselves: even in those whirling crowds

      Where folly is contagious, and too oft

      Even wise men leave their better sense at home,

      To chide and wonder at them, when returned.”

      The second passage is in the mouth of an old and experienced courtier, betrayed by the man in whom he had most trusted.

      “And yet Sarolta, simple, inexperienced,

      Could see him as he was, and often warned me.

      Whence learned she this? — O she was innocent!

      And to be innocent is Nature’s wisdom!

      The fledge-dove knows the prowlers of the air,

      Feared soon as seen, and flutters back to shelter.

      And the young steed recoils upon his haunches,

      The never-yet-seen adder’s hiss first heard.

      O surer than suspicion’s hundred eyes

      Is that fine sense, which to the pure in heart,

      By mere oppugnancy of their own goodness,

      Reveals the approach of evil.”

      As therefore my character as a writer could not easily be more injured by an overt act than it was already in consequence of the report, I published a work, a large portion of which was professedly metaphysical. A long delay occurred between its first annunciation and its appearance; it was reviewed therefore by anticipation with a malignity, so avowedly and exclusively personal, as is, I believe, unprecedented even in the present contempt of all common humanity that disgraces and endangers the liberty of the press. After its appearance, the author of this lampoon undertook to review it in the Edinburgh Review; and under the single condition, that he should have written what he himself really thought, and have criticised the work as he would have done had its author been indifferent to him, I should have chosen that man myself, both from the vigour and the originality of his mind, and from his particular acuteness in speculative reasoning, before all others. — I remembered Catullus’s lines.

      Desine de quoquam quicquam bene velle mereri,

      Aut aliquem fieri posse putare pium.

      Omnia sunt ingrata: nihil fecisse benigne est:

      Immo, etiam taedet, taedet obestque magis;

      Ut mihi, quem nemo gravius nec acerbius urget,

      Quam modo qui me unum atque unicum amicum habuit.

      But I can truly say, that the grief with which I read this rhapsody of predetermined insult, had the rhapsodist himself for its whole and sole object.

      I refer to this review at present, in consequence of information having been given me, that the inuendo of my “potential infidelity,” grounded on one passage of my first Lay Sermon, has been received and propagated with a degree of credence, of which I can safely acquit the originator of the calumny. I give the sentences, as they stand in the sermon, premising only that I was speaking exclusively of miracles worked for the outward senses of men. “It was only to overthrow the usurpation exercised in and through the senses, that the senses were miraculously appealed to. REASON AND RELIGION ARE THEIR OWN EVIDENCE. The natural sun is in this respect a symbol of the spiritual. Ere he is fully arisen, and while his glories are still under veil, he calls up the breeze to chase away the usurping vapours of the night-season, and thus converts the air itself into the minister of its own purification: not surely in proof or elucidation of the light from heaven, but to prevent its interception.”

      “Wherever, therefore, similar circumstances coexist with the same moral causes, the principles revealed, and the examples recorded, in the inspired writings, render miracles superfluous: and if we neglect to apply truths in expectation of wonders, or under pretext of the cessation of the latter, we tempt God, and merit the same reply which our Lord gave to the Pharisees on a like occasion.”

      In the sermon and the notes both the historical truth and the necessity of the СКАЧАТЬ