BY HARTLEY COLERIDGE. I write, endite, I point, I raze, I quote, I make, allege, I imitate, I feign. Drayton. For I, that God of Lov'is Servantes serve, So ferre am I fro his help in darknesse; But nathelesse, if this may doe gladnesse To any lovir, and his cause aveile, Have he the thanke, and mine be the traveile. Chaucer: Troilus and Creseide. VOL. I. LEEDS: PUBLISHED BY F. E. BINGLEY, CORN-EXCHANGE; AND BALDWIN AND CRADOCK, LONDON. 1833. DEDICATORY SONNET, TO S. T. COLERIDGE. Father, and Bard revered! to whom I owe, Thou, in thy night-watch o'er my cradled slumbers, The prayer was heard: I "wander'd like a breeze," By mountain brooks and solitary meres, And gather'd there the shapes and phantasies Which, mixt with passions of my sadder years, Compose this book. If good therein there be, That good, my sire, I dedicate to thee. HARTLEY COLERIDGE. |