The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Chapter 355 : Est meum et est tuum, amice! at si amborum nequit esse, Sit meum, amice, precor: quia

Est meum et est tuum, amice! at si amborum nequit esse, Sit meum, amice, precor: quia certe sum mage pauper.

'Tis mine and it is likewise yours; But and if this will not do, Let it be mine, because that I Am the poorer of the Two!

Nov. 1, 1801. First published in the Preface to _Christabel_, 1816.

First collected 1893.

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Names do not always meet with LOVE, And LOVE wants courage without a _name_.[997:1]

Dec. 1801. Now first published from an MS.

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The Moon, how definite its...o...b..

Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze-- 'Tis there indeed,--but where is it not?-- It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven, Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake, Whose very murmur does of it partake!

And low and close the broad smooth mountain is more a thing of Heaven than when distinct by one dim shade, and yet undivided from the universal cloud in which it towers infinite in height.

? 1801. First published from an MS. in 1893.

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Such love as mourning Husbands have To her whose Spirit has been newly given To her guardian Saint in Heaven-- Whose Beauty lieth in the grave--

(Unconquered, as if the Soul could find no purer Tabernacle, nor place of sojourn than the virgin Body it had before dwelt in, and wished to stay there till the Resurrection)--

Far liker to a Flower now than when alive, Cold to the Touch and blooming to the eye.

Sept. 1803. Now first published from an MS.

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[THE NIGHT-MARE DEATH IN LIFE]

I know 'tis but a dream, yet feel more anguish Than if 'twere truth. It has been often so: Must I die under it? Is no one near?

Will no one hear these stifled groans and wake me?

? 1803. Now first published from an MS.

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Bright clouds of reverence, sufferably bright, That intercept the dazzle, not the Light; That veil the finite form, the boundless power reveal, Itself an earthly sun of pure intensest white.

1803. First published from an MS. in 1893.

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A BECK IN WINTER[998:1]

Over the broad, the shallow, rapid stream, The Alder, a vast hollow Trunk, and ribb'd-- All mossy green with mosses manifold, And ferns still waving in the river-breeze Sent out, like fingers, five projecting trunks-- The shortest twice 6 (?) of a tall man's strides.-- One curving upward in its middle growth Rose straight with grove of twigs--a pollard tree:-- The rest more backward, gradual in descent-- One in the brook and one befoamed its waters: One ran along the bank in the elk-like head And pomp of antlers--

Jan. 1804. Now first published from an MS. (pencil).

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I from the influence of thy Looks receive, Access in every virtue, in thy Sight More wise, more wakeful, stronger, if need were Of outward strength.--

1804. Now first published from an MS.

12

What never is, but only is to be This is not Life:-- O hopeless Hope, and Death's Hypocrisy!

And with perpetual promise breaks its promises.

1804-5. Now first published from an MS.

13

The silence of a City, how awful at Midnight!

Mute as the battlements and crags and towers That Fancy makes in the clouds, yea, as mute As the moonlight that sleeps on the steady vanes.

(or)

The cell of a departed anch.o.r.et, His skeleton and flitting ghost are there, Sole tenants-- And all the City silent as the Moon That steeps in quiet light the steady vanes Of her huge temples.

1804-5. Now first published from an MS.

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O beauty in a beauteous body dight!

Body that veiling brightness, beamest bright; Fair cloud which less we see, than by thee see the light.

1805. First published from an MS. in 1893.

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O th' Oppressive, irksome weight Felt in an uncertain state: Comfort, peace, and rest adieu Should I prove at last untrue!