Let Satire Be My Song


Henry Saltonstall Howe Fund, 1943 – *EC8.C6795.796pb (C)

Shall gentle COLERIDGE pass unnoticed here,
To turgid ode, and tumid stanza dear?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834). Poems, to which are now added Poems by Charles Lamb, and Charles Lloyd, 2nd ed. (Bristol, 1797).

Byron’s mocking lines on Coleridge (“Yet none in lofty numbers can surpass / The bard who soars to elegize an ass”) betray his genuine appreciation of the older poet. He subsequently apologized to Coleridge for these lines, characterizing them as “pert, petulant, and shallow enough.” This copy contains Coleridge’s annotations and is here opened to a comment on his early acquaintance with Wordsworth.