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　　LETTER 16

　　CHARLES LAMB TO S. T. COLERIDGE

　　[Dated at end: Dec. 5, 1796.]

　　To a young Lady going out to India

　　Hard is the heart, that does not melt with Ruth

　　When care sits cloudy on the brow of Youth,

　　When bitter griefs the female bosom swell

　　And Beauty meditates a fond farewell

　　To her loved native land, and early home,

　　In search of peace thro' "stranger climes to roam." 注释标题 Bowles. [“The African,” line 27.]

　　The Muse, with glance prophetic, sees her stand,

　　Forsaken, silent Lady, on the strand

　　Of farthest India, sickening at the war

　　Of waves slow-beating, dull upon the shore

　　Stretching, at gloomy intervals, her eye

　　O'er the wide waters vainly to espy

　　The long-expected bark, in which to find

　　Some tidings of a world she has left behind.

　　In that sad hour shall start the gushing tear

　　For scenes her childhood loved, now doubly dear,

　　In that sad hour shall frantic memory awake

　　Pangs of remorse for slighted England's sake,

　　And for the sake of many a tender tye

　　Of Love or Friendship pass'd too lightly by.

　　Unwept, unpitied, midst an alien race,

　　And the cold looks of many a stranger face,

　　How will her poor heart bleed, and chide the day,

　　That from her country took her far away.

　　[Lamb has struck his pen through the foregoing poem.]

　　Coleridge, the above has some few decent [lines in] it, and in the paucity of my portion of your volume may as well be inserted; I would also wish to retain the following if only to perpetuate the memory of so exquisite a pleasure as I have often received at the performance of the tragedy of Douglas, when Mrs. Siddons has been the Lady Randolph. Both pieces may be inserted between the sonnets and the sketches—in which latter, the last leaf but one of them, I beg you to alter the words "pain and want" to "pain and grief," this last being a more familiar and ear-satisfying combination. Do it I beg of you. To understand the following, if you are not acquainted with the play, you should know that on the death of Douglas his mother threw herself down a rock; and that at that time Scotland was busy in repelling the Danes.

　　THE TOMB OF DOUGLAS

　　See the Tragedy of that name

　　When her son, her Douglas died,

　　To the steep rock's fearful side

　　Fast the frantic mother hied.

　　O'er her blooming warrior dead

　　Many a tear did Scotland shed,

　　And shrieks of long and loud lament

　　From her Grampian hills she sent.

　　Like one awakening from a trance,

　　She met the shock of Lochlin's lance. Denmark

　　On her rude invader foe

　　Return'd an hundred fold the blow.

　　Drove the taunting spoiler home:

　　Mournful thence she took her way

　　To do observance at the tomb,

　　Where the son of Douglas [lay],

　　Round about the tomb did go

　　In solemn state and order slow,

　　Silent pace, and black attire,

　　Earl, or Knight, or good Esquire,

　　Who e'er by deeds of valour done

　　In battle had high honors won;

　　Whoe'er in their pure veins could trace

　　The blood of Douglas' noble race.

　　With them the flower of minstrels came,

　　And to their cunning harps did frame

　　In doleful numbers piercing rhimes,

　　Such strains as in the olden times

　　Had soothed the spirit of Fingal

　　Echoing thro' his fathers' Hall.

　　"Scottish maidens, drop a tear

　　O'er the beauteous Hero's bier.

　　Brave youth and comely 'bove compare;

　　All golden shone his burnish'd hair;

　　Valor and smiling courtesy

　　Played in the sunbeams of his eye.

　　Closed are those eyes that shone so fair

　　And stain'd with blood his yellow hair.

　　Scottish maidens drop a tear

　　O'er the beauteous Hero's bier."

　　"Not a tear, I charge you, shed

　　For the false Glenalvon dead;

　　Unpitied let Glenalvon lie,

　　Foul stain to arms and chivalry."

　　"Behind his back the traitor came,

　　And Douglas died without his fame."

　　[Lamb has struck his pen through the lines against which I have put an asterisk.]

　　*"Scottish maidens, drop a tear,

　　*O'er the beauteous hero's bier."

　　*"Bending warrior, o'er thy grave,

　　Young light of Scotland early spent!

　　Thy country thee shall long lament,

　　*Douglas 'Beautiful and Brave'!

　　And oft to after times shall tell,

　　In Hopes sweet prime my Hero fell."

　　[Lamb has struck his pen through the remainder.]

　　"Thane or Lordling, think no scorn

　　Of the poor and lowly-born.

　　In brake obscure or lonely dell

　　The simple flowret prospers well;

　　The gentler virtues cottage-bred, omitted

　　Thrive best beneath the humble shed.

　　Low-born Hinds, opprest, obscure,

　　Ye who patiently endure

　　To bend the knee and bow the head,

　　And thankful eat another's bread

　　Well may ye mourn your best friend dead,

　　Till Life with Grief together end:

　　He would have been the poor man's friend."

　　"Bending, warrior, o'er thy grave,

　　Young light of Scotland early spent! omitted

　　Thy country thee shall long lament,

　　Douglas, 'Beautiful and Brave'!

　　And oft to after times shall tell, omitted

　　In life's young prime my Hero fell."

　　[Sidenote: Is "morbid wantonness of woe" a good and allowable phrase?]

　　At length I have done with verse making. Not that I relish other people's poetry less,—theirs comes from 'em without effort, mine is the difficult operation of a brain scanty of ideas, made more difficult by disuse. I have been reading the "Task" with fresh delight. I am glad you love Cowper. I could forgive a man for not enjoying Milton, but I would not call that man my friend, who should be offended with the "divine chit-chat of Cowper." Write to me.—God love you and yours,

　　C. L.

　　[The name of the young lady going out to India is not known; the verses were printed in the Monthly Magazine for March, 1797, but not in Coleridge's Poems, 1797. "The Tomb of Douglas" was included in that volume. The poem in which the alteration "pain and want" was to be made (but was not made, or was made and cancelled later) was "Fancy Employed on Divine Subjects."

　　The "divine chit-chat of Cowper" was Coleridge's own phrase. It is a pretty circumstance that Lamb and Cowper now share (with Keats) a memorial in Edmonton church.] The Works of Charles and Mary Lamb — Volume 5