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FriendsofSTC: Felicity James’ ‘The Comforts of Family,’ Coleridge Bulletin 2021: ‘Coleridge‘s deep foreboding over Hartley... might be seen in light of his own self-doubt, and perhaps his inability to console and comfort himself.’ Read the article for free:
mosesreef: English poet Hartley Coleridge penned these insightful words about faith: ‘It is an affirmation and an act, that bids eternal truth be present fact.’The spoken Word of God is powerful!So when you get up every morning, make this your affirmation: ‘Today, God is my dwelling place!’
tweets4thedead: Getting photos of original Hartley Coleridge poems in MS on Linkedin from the author of a recent HC poem collection has got to be one of the better ways to use Linkedin
tweets4thedead: Somebody needs to do a full-scale study of Hartley Coleridge's poems.
diddykeats: OTD 1849, Hartley Coleridge, son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, dies aged 52.
The year departs, a blessing on its head,
We mourn not for it, for it is not dead:
Dead? What is that? A word to joy unknown,
Which love abhors, and faith will never own.
- From Hartley's "New Year's Day"
happy_at_home_: But what is freedom? Rightly understood,
A universal license to be good.
-David Hartley Coleridge (1833)
“Young Gypsies”
Laura Knight
1937
AdamMerrivale: Be not afraid to pray—
to pray is right.
Pray, if thou canst, with hope;
But ever pray,
Though hope be weak
or sick with long delay;
Pray in the darkness,
if there be no light.
- Hartley Coleridge
Wordsworthians: 'Hartley Coleridge - 'How the prodigal son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge faced his demons, and his father’s shadow'
ArturoZaher: “Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me.O then I saw her eye was bright, 5A well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne’er reply,And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye: 10”
-Hartley Coleridge
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to English writer and poet Hartley Coleridge (September 19,1796), author of "Worthies of Yorkshire and Lancashire" (1836) et al.
JaneTim8: Hartley Coleridge, possibly David Hartley Coleridge (19 September 1796 – 6 January 1849)
JaneTim8: Melancholy but without self-pity, this sonnet self-portrait is one of the finest of the Romantic period
"Long time a child, and still a child..."
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to English writer and poet Hartley Coleridge (September 19,1796), author of "Worthies of Yorkshire and Lancashire" (1836) et al.
NathanFrancis__: Poems:
borntodayfamous: [September - 19, 1796] On September - 19 birth of hartley Coleridge, English poet (d. 1849...
al_lavitsky: Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life—for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom
Hartley Coleridge
Wordsworthians: Coleridge also says his son Hartley "is a poet, spite of the forehead, ' villainously low' which his mother smuggled into his face" 2/2
Cata12874456: "Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No. It is immortal as immaculate Truth, 'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth, Drops from the stem of life—for it will grow, In barren regions, where no waters flow, Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom."
Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge
daveparkes: Shout Britain, raise a joyful shout - Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849)
fissington: I think Sonnet 116 gives a good account of that. That and Sonnet VII by Hartley Coleridge. And most of all lol 1 Cor 13:4-8
rajoyceUCB: —Hartley Coleridge, “Long time a child, and still a child, when years”
insanehead_: "Is love a fancy, or a feeling?" - Hartley Coleridge.
"Is love a fancy, or a feeling, or a Ferrars?" - Marianne Dashwood.
violent_mango: Update on my sad little life nobody asked for:
Coleridge the monstera had a child this weekend via propagation and I called it Hartley.
dehgani1: Each one his objects seeks with anxious chase,
And I have not a common hope with any:
Thus, like one drop of oil upon a flood,
In uncommunicating solitude,
Single am I amid the countless many.
Hartley Coleridge
RonJohncares: "A baffled despot is the vulgarest of dirty wretches no matter whether he be the despot of a nation vindicating its rights or of a donkey sinking under its load .(Hartley Coleridge.1796-1845)
anicolson: Coleridge watches little Hartley:
kl_elliott: But what is freedom? Rightly understood,
A universal license to be good.
-David Hartley Coleridge (1833)
microbius: 'Bo scratches his wiry bonce, wishes
he was a backbench Fabricant, rich,
outrageous, and mostly fictional.' as John Clare didn't quite write... from 'British Standards'
cchazmo222: " Out of sight, out of mind. "Tis true of most...we leave behind." - Hartley Coleridge 1796-1849
RoganGranite: The bells ring out; the hoary steeple rocks—
Hark! the long story of a score of clocks;
For, once a year, the village clocks agree,
E'en clocks unite to sound the hour of glee—
And every cottage has a light awake,
Unusual stars long flicker o'er the lake.
~Hartley Coleridge
MelanieJaxn: The bells ring out; the hoary steeple rocks—
Hark! the long story of a score of clocks;
For, once a year, the village clocks agree,
E'en clocks unite to sound the hour of glee—
And every cottage has a light awake,
Unusual stars long flicker o'er the lake.
~Hartley Coleridge
MelanieJaxn: So the Old Year—that fond and formal name,
Is with us yet, another and the same.
Are these less vital than the wave or wind.
Or snow that melts and leaves no trace behind?
Oh! let them perish all, or pass away,
And let our spirits feel a New Year's day.
~Hartley Coleridge
at_oasis: On this hapless earth
There ’s small sincerity of mirth,
And laughter oft is but an art
To drown the outcry of the heart.
PS. - Hartley Coleridge
MelanieJaxn: And we, whom many New-Year's days have told
The sober truth, that we are growing old—
For this one night—aye—and for many more,
Will be as jocund as we were of yore,
Kind hearts can make December blithe as May,
And in each morrow find a New-Year's day.
~Hartley Coleridge
MelanieJaxn: Her very frowns are fairer far,
Than smiles of other maidens are.
~Hartley Coleridge
sensitive_bore: lots to amuse in this 1840 letter from charlotte brontë to hartley coleridge, esp the final line
WasteNotTrading: Check out The Dramatic Works of Massinger and Ford by Hartley Coleridge 1839 hardback
arunpillai999: SHE is not fair to outward view,
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
O, then I saw her eye was bright
A well of love, a spring of light..
-Hartley Coleridge
timetogrowdude: "An affirmation and an act, that bids eternal truth as present fact"
Hartley Coleridge, on faith
DiceyPrince_: The English poet Hartley Coleridge penned these insightful words about faith: ‘It is an affirmation and an act, that bids eternal truth be present fact.’
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davynotebooks: We held our first reading group of Davy's notebooks today, looking at 13D, used by Davy in 1800. Discussion included the influence of ST Coleridge & David Hartley on Davy, & the later editorial practice of John Davy in publishing Davy's poems in the 1830s. It was fun!
AngellinaBrady: I went to St Oswald’s Church in Grasmere and spent time sitting next to the grave of someone I know from reading books about his Father. Other visitors were kind to point out that the grave I was seeking , Wordsworth’s was behind me. When I actually came to see Hartley Coleridge
Book_Addict: Happy birthday to English writer and poet Hartley Coleridge (September 19,1796), author of "Worthies of Yorkshire and Lancashire" (1836) et al.
Esteesians: Hartley was Sarah and Samuel’s first child - he lived a kind of charmed life, figuring in Coleridge’s poems and notebooks. Sadly did not prepare him for the reality of a changing England in the 19th century and he spent his adult years as a drifter (although he was a great poet).
conbrunstrom: Hartley Coleridge born OTD in 1796. A life burdened by too much expectation?
Wordsworthians: Coleridge also says his son Hartley "is a poet, spite of the forehead, ' villainously low' which his mother smuggled into his face" 2/2
cchazmo222: " But what is freedom? Rightly understood...a universal license to be good." - Hartley Coleridge 1796-1849
microbius: My contribution involves the poetics of 'The English Strain Project'
Esteesians: Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
‘Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life—for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow.
Hartley Coleridge, Sonnet VII
microbius: Transpositions of Hartley Coleridge: the end of my 'English Strain' project, book three: 'British Standards'...
abdlaziz_ghizzi: But what is Freedom?
Rightly understood.
A universal license to be
good.!
.
Hartley Coleridge
livetolovealone: Spotlight Poetry – The Lily of the Valley – A poem by Hartley Coleridge
H41483608: the poem by Hartley Coleridge
LondonGrip: Hartley Coleridge – Genius Disregarded. Jacob John Shales considers Andrew Keanie’s short study of the life and poetry of the eldest son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge:
STCLetters: On the evening of his arrival Citizen John received the first of many shocks from Hartley Coleridge's being made to kneel at mine and his Mother's Feet, and with his little hands folded, helped out with a part of the Lord's Prayer.
pilgrimrose: 'Stranger, beneath this roof in byegone days
Dwelt Coleridge. Here he sang his witching lays
Of that strange Mariner, and what befel,
In mystic hour, the Lady Christabel...' Ernest Hartley Coleridge, grandson of STC
microbius: Post today on finishing the third book of The English Strain - my sonnet project! Good Friday 1273: Petrarch first claps eyes on Laura! (Books One and Two now both available.)
microbius: The final set features versions of Hartley Coleridge's sonnets (I tried to adopt a Tory voice, but couldn't).
microbius: 'I scripted myself from Burke to Kwarteng,/lockdown reading that locked me down and out!' (HC, sort of) :
microbius: Written today: a treatment of a 4th sonnet by Hartley Coleridge (with video) Temporary post...
ekstrom: The son also rises in this week's sonnet by Hartley Coleridge
microbius: Written today, 'In the Great City we are met Again': a 3rd Hartley Coleridge poem gets the transpositional treatment!! Text, context and minute video...
mazan_pama: "Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are!"
-Hartley Coleridge
plastic_bio: Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are.
- Hartley Coleridge
LRBbookshop: we'll allow it this time but will take a dim view of this sort of metagaming in the future if anyone tries it with hartley coleridge etc
hey_nixi: "Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No. It is immortal as immaculate Truth, 'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth, Drops from the stem of life—for it will grow, In barren regions, where no waters flow, Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom"
- Sonnet VII, Hartley Coleridge
HobanGirl: The year departs, a blessing on its head,
We mourn not for it, for it is not dead:
Dead? What is that? A word to joy unknown,
Which love abhors, and faith will never own.
:: Hartley Coleridge, New Year's Day, Poems, 1833
MelanieJaxn: They come, they go, they change, they do not die.
So the Old Year—that fond and formal name,
Is with us yet, another and the same.
And are the thoughts, that ever more are fleeing,
The moments that make up our being's being...
~Hartley Coleridge
MelanieJaxn: The bells ring out; the hoary steeple rocks—
Hark! the long story of a score of clocks;
For, once a year, the village clocks agree,
E'en clocks unite to sound the hour of glee—
And every cottage has a light awake,
Unusual stars long flicker o'er the lake.
~Hartley Coleridge
annecmccarthy: Hartley Coleridge is all of us.
jewilsn: Is Hartley Coleridge the only child whose chatter we get to know well, among children of famous writers of the 18th & 19th centuries?? Maybe some of Dickens' brood? Oh wait, there's Julian Hawthorne. But...is that all?
multifanloop: "Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are"-Hartley Coleridge
Smile With Aham Sharma
Wordsworthians: 'Hartley Coleridge - 'How the prodigal son of Samuel Taylor Coleridge faced his demons, and his father’s shadow'
rajoyceUCB: —Hartley Coleridge
bhatkins: "But what is Freedom? Rightly understood,
A universal licence to be good."
-- Hartley Coleridge
(1796-1849) Poet
lah_ann: Sonnet IV : Hartley Coleridge : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
PirlCulture: Hartley Coleridge quote
conbrunstrom: Hartley Coleridge born OTD in 1796. A life burdened by too much expectation?
arrroberts: Hartley, the Clockwork Boy:
Book_Addict: Happy birthday English writer and poet Hartley Coleridge (September 19,1796)."Worthies of Yorkshire and Lancashire" (1836) et al.
ArthurLWood: After a spot of lunch, I wandered toward St Oswald's Church to see Wordsworth's grave. Coleridge's son Hartley is buried close by. Here is one of his poems. I then spent some time with The Ode at a secluded spot beside the River Rothay. I simply LOVED Grasmere.
Arlette_Rod: Hartley Coleridge.
sarahkhaled1994: Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life— for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor rays of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
― Hartley Coleridge, Sonnet VII.
TallVerse: The temporary union of several currents in one, so as to form the main current of the moment, would present an accurate image of Hartley's theory of the will.
- Chapter 6, Biographia Literaria, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Kayface77: I find it helpful to realize that we are not alone in our doubts, fears and regrets, don't you?
Never have been, never will be...❤️
"Keep Buggering On..." -- Winston S. Churchill, 1874 - 1965
Hartley Coleridge ⬇️, 1796 - 1849
somequotesbot: "Mortal! fear no more,— The reign is past of ancient violence; And Jove hath sworn that time shall not deface, Nor death destroy, nor mutability Perplex the truth of love." - Hartley Coleridge
ListentoPoetry: Beautiful poem.
Poem of the week: Long Time a Child by Hartley Coleridge
Wordsworthians: Coleridge also says his son Hartley "is a poet, spite of the forehead, ' villainously low' which his mother smuggled into his face" 2/2
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Thefacebookpoet: Excellent analysis of a sonnet in Carol Rumens's POEM OF THE WEEK:
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laoluwa_: "... Nor child, nor man,
Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey,
For I have lost the race I never ran:
A rathe December blights my lagging May;
And still I am a child, though I be old:
Time is my debtor for my years untold"
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