Are not vivid Ideas themselves a sort of pleasure, as Music whether sad or lively, is always Music?"ĭown in his cabin on the first night, he watched the lights of England recede along the Cornish coast through the brass porthole above his narrow berth. "Is not this always accompanied by Hope? It makes the Images of the Past "Do we not pity our past selves?" he reflected in his new Notebook, using a special metallic pencil designed to withstand sea-salt. Speed thee well".Īhead of him lay the glittering Mediterranean, the legendary outposts of Gibraltar, Malta and Sicily, a war-zone of fleets and harbour-fortresses, where he would fight his own battles against opium and despair. ![]() "Far art thou wandered now," wrote Wordsworth in The Prelude, "in search of health,/ And milder breezes. Of them anxiously speculating about his future. No health or Happiness without Work."īehind him he left his family under Southey's care in the Lake District he left the Wordsworths and his love Sara Hutchinson he left Charles Lamb and Daniel Stuart and all his London friends each So Coleridge fled south aboard the Speedwell, expecting to die but half-hoping to be reborn. ![]() "Signals, Drums, Guns, Bells, & the sound of Voices weighing up & clearing Anchors".
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