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Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in a small village in southwestern England. The son of a clergyman/school teacher, Coleridge attended his father’s school. He learned to read very early and remained a voracious reader. After his father’s death, Coleridge was sent to school in London where he met Charles Lamb, the friend to whom he wrote “This Lime-tree Bower My Prison.” An excellent scholar, Coleridge attended Cambridge University but never finished a degree. He did, however, become enthralled with radical ideas such as communal living and with fellow poet Robert Southey planned to move to America to establish a utopian community called Pantisocracy, literally meaning equal government by all. The scheme required the participants to be married couples, so Coleridge married Sara Fricker, the sister of Southey’s fiancée. Having married more for convenience than love, Coleridge was unhappy in his marriage, as presumably was his wife, and the two eventually separated.
Coleridge and his wife Sara lived for a short time in Nether Stowey, a village near the Bristol Channel. Coleridge had met William Wordsworth who lived nearby at Alfoxden with his sister Dorothy Wordsworth. While living here, Coleridge produced some of his finest poetry, including “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” and “This Lime-tree Bower My Prison.”
Throughout his life Coleridge suffered from poor health and probably from poor mental health as well. By the early 1800’s he had become addicted to opium. His addiction became so severe that he moved in with a doctor in London who helped him keep his drug use under control.
In his later years, Coleridge delivered a highly successful series of lectures on Shakespeare, wrote respected works of literary theory and criticism, and developed a reputation as an intellectual.
This poem follows the pattern of observation of nature leading to a meditation. Notice the descriptive details of the cot [cottage] and its peaceful natural surroundings. Coleridge uses images of sound and smell as well as sight to help his audience imagine the scene he describes.
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire)
My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined | |
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is | |
To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’ergrown | |
With white-flower’d Jasmin, and the broad-leav’d Myrtle, | |
(Meet emblems they of Innocence and Love!) | 5 |
And watch the clouds, that late were rich with light, | |
Slow saddening round, and mark the star of eve | |
Serenely brilliant (such should Wisdom be) | |
Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents | |
Snatch’d from yon bean-field! and the world so hushed! | 10 |
The stilly murmur of the distant Sea | |
Tells us of silence. | |
And that simplest Lute, | |
Placed length-ways in the clasping casement, hark! | |
How by the desultory breeze caress’d, | 15 |
Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover, | |
It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs | |
Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings | |
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes | |
Over delicious surges sink and rise, | 20 |
Such a soft floating witchery of sound | |
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve | |
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land, | |
Where Melodies round honey-dripping flowers, | |
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, | 25 |
Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untam’d wing! | |
O! the one Life within us and abroad, | |
Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, | |
A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, | |
Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where— | 30 |
Methinks, it should have been impossible | |
Not to love all things in a world so fill’d; | |
Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air | |
Is Music slumbering on her instrument. | |
And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope | 35 |
Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon, | |
Whilst through my half-clos’d eye-lids I behold | |
The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main. | |
And tranquil muse upon tranquillity; | |
Full many a thought uncall’d and undetain’d, | 40 |
And many idle flitting phantasies, | |
Traverse my indolent and passive brain, | |
As wild and various as the random gales | |
That swell and flutter on this subject Lute! | |
And what if all of animated nature | 45 |
Be but organic Harps diversely fram’d, | |
That tremble into thought, as o’er them sweeps | |
Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, | |
At once the Soul of each, and God of all? | |
But thy more serious eye a mild reproof | 50 |
Darts, O belovéd Woman! nor such thoughts | |
Dim and unhallow’d dost thou not reject, | |
And biddest me walk humbly with my God. | |
Meek Daughter in the family of Christ! | |
Well hast thou said and holily disprais’d | 55 |
These shapings of the unregenerate mind; | |
Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break | |
On vain Philosophy’s aye-babbling spring. | |
For never guiltless may I speak of him, | |
The Incomprehensible! save when with awe | 60 |
I praise him, and with Faith that inly feels; | |
Who with his saving mercies healéd me, | |
A sinful and most miserable man, | |
Wilder’d and dark, and gave me to possess | |
Peace, and this Cot, and thee, heart-honour’d Maid! |
At the beginning of stanza 2 (line 13), Coleridge focuses attention on the lute (another word for the eolian harp—also sometimes spelled “aeolian”) that sits in the window.
In stanza 2 Coleridge writes a fundamental statement of Romantic mysticism. The speaker exclaims, “O! the one Life within us and abroad.” Here he recognizes, as Wordsworth did in “Tintern Abbey,” the spiritual presence (the “one Life”) that is “within us” (inside human beings) and “abroad” (in the things around us—in nature).
In stanza 4 Coleridge creates one of the central images of Romantic poetry. His speaker asks, “What if all of animated [living] nature be but organic Harps.…” All of living nature, including people, is compared to harps. He notes that the harps are “diversely framed”; people don’t look alike just as all harps do not look alike. As the wind blows over the harp and enlivens the strings to create music, the spiritual presence that is in the world moves over people and enlivens their Imaginations. See lines 47 and 48.
Rather than ending the poem with the meditation section of stanzas 2–4, Coleridge adds a concluding stanza that takes the audience back to the cottage setting, thus framing the poem. After indulging in his intellectual, philosophical musings, his wife Sara brings him back down to earth. The last stanza specifically refers to God and to Christ, revealing of Christian religious beliefs. In this poem, Coleridge identifies the spiritual presence of Romantic mysticism as God.
Coleridge’s cottage at Nether Stowey.
Coleridge’s long narrative poem in ballad style, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” proved to be one of the more popular works in Lyrical Ballads. In this poem Coleridge takes an idea he proposes in theoretical form in “The Eolian Harp” and plays out the idea in a story. Having described the world of nature infused with a spiritual presence, the “one Life within us and abroad,” Coleridge states in “The Eolian Harp” lines 31 and 32:
Methinks, it should have been impossible
Not to love all things in a world so fill’d;
In the story of the Ancient Mariner we learn what happens to a person, the Mariner, who does not “love all things in a world” filled with a divine presence.
Modern statue of the Ancient Mariner with the albatross around his neck.
From one perspective, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is an adventure story with gothic elements: supernatural events, the spirits, reanimated bodies, the Mariner’s mystical abilities. From another perspective, it’s the story of a man who had to learn to respect the spiritual presence in nature, the “one Life within us and abroad.”
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(click to see video)View a video mini-lecture on “This Lime-tree Bower My Prison.”
In the autobiographical and intimate “This Lime-tree Bower My Prison,” Coleridge writes about the experience of sitting, unwillingly, beneath a tree’s overspreading branches, feeling as if the branches form a room, a bower. Because he didn’t want to be there, he characterizes the bower as a prison. Coleridge’s wife had accidently spilled boiling milk on his foot, and because of his injury he was unable to accompany his friends, including Charles Lamb, on a hike. Coleridge particularly wanted his friend Lamb, who lived in London, to experience nature. The complaining, grumbling tone comes through in the first two lines of the poem:
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison!
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison!
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison!
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison!
In lines 2–5, Coleridge explains why he is so upset about missing the hike:
I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age
Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!
This idea is very similar to Wordsworth’s explanation of gathering “life and food for future years” in “Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey.”
Although Coleridge complains about missing the walk, in stanza 3 he finds a consolation: he’s found nature in his “bower.” He realizes he can see the beauty of nature where he sits. He learns that “nature ne’er deserts the wise and pure.” Again he echoes a line from Wordsworth’s “Lines”: “Nature never did betray / The heart that loved her.”
In his Biographia Literaria, Coleridge explains his theory of the Imagination:
The Imagination then I consider either as primary, or secondary. The primary Imagination I hold to be the living Power and prime Agent of all human Perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I Am. The secondary I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing with the conscious will, yet still as identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in degree, and in the mode of its operation.
For Coleridge, Imagination is a creative process that mirrors the creation of the universe. He compares the wind (blowing across the harp to create music) with an act of Imagination.
The word inspire literally means to breathe into. How does the word inspire relate to Coleridge’s description of the eolian harp and to Coleridge’s idea of the Imagination?