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<p>Bodleian Library, MS Eng. Lett. c.
                        22.  Previously  published: Kenneth Curry (ed.), New Letters of
                            Robert Southey, 2 vols (London and New York, 1965), I, pp. 39–43
                        [in part; verse not reproduced].</p>
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<head>72. Robert Southey to <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace
                        Walpole Bedford</ref>, <date when="1793-12-12">12 [–15] December 1793</date>
<note place="foot" resp="editors" type="headnote">Address: Horace Walpole
                        Bedford Esq<hi rend="sup">r.</hi>/ New Palace Yard/ Westminster/ Single<lb/>
                        Stamped: BATH<lb/>Postmark: ODE/ 17/ 93<lb/>Watermarks: Figure of Britannia;
                        G R in a circle<lb/>Endorsement: Rec<hi rend="sup">d</hi>. Dec. 17<hi rend="sup">th</hi>. 1793<lb/>MS: Bodleian Library, MS Eng. Lett. c.
                        22<lb/>Previously published: Kenneth Curry (ed.), <title level="m">New Letters of
                            Robert Southey</title>, 2 vols (London and New York, 1965), I, pp. 39–43
                        [in part; verse not reproduced].</note>
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<address>
<placeName>Bath.</placeName>
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<date when="1793-12-12">Thursday. Decem. 12. 1793.</date>
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<p rend="indent7"> ———</p>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">On yon wild waste of ruin thrond, what form</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Beats her swoln breast &amp; tears her unkempt hair?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Why seems the spectre thus to court the storm?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Why glare her full fixd eyes in stern despair?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The deep dull groan I hear</l>
<l rend="indent3">I see the eye refuse the too luxuriant tear.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent5"> Ah fly her dreadful reign</l>
<l rend="indent3">For Desolation rules oer all the lifeless plain</l>
<l rend="indent2">For deadliest nightshade forms her secret bower.</l>
<l rend="indent5"> For oft the ill omend owl</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Yells loud the dreadful howl</l>
<l rend="indent2">And the night spectres shriek amid the midnight
                        &lt;hour&gt;</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Pale spectre Grief thy dull abodes I know</l>
<l rend="indent4"> I know the horrors of thy barren plain</l>
<l rend="indent3">I know the dreadful ecstasy of woe</l>
<l rend="indent4"> I know the weight of thy soul binding chain</l>
<l rend="indent5"> But I have fled thy drear domains</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Have broke thy agonizing chains</l>
<l rend="indent5"> Draind deep the poison of thy bowl</l>
<l rend="indent2">Yet washd in Science stream the venom from my
                        &lt;soul.&gt;</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg>
<l rend="indent3">Fair smiles the morn. along the azure sky</l>
<l rend="indent3">Calm &amp; serene the Zephyrs whisper by.</l>
<l rend="indent2">And many a flower ygems the painted plain</l>
<l rend="indent3">As down the dale with perfumes sweet,</l>
<l rend="indent3">The pilgrim turns his joyful feet</l>
<l rend="indent2">His thirsty ear imbibes the throstles strain</l>
<l rend="indent3">And every bird that loves to sing</l>
<l rend="indent3">The choral song to coming spring</l>
<l rend="indent2">Tunes the wild lay symphonious thro the grove</l>
<l rend="indent2">Heaven Earth &amp; Nature all persuade to Love.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> Ah pilgrims stay thy heedless feet</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Distrust each soul subduing sweet</l>
<l rend="indent2">Dash down alluring Pleasures lethal bowl</l>
<l rend="indent4"> For thro thy frame the venomd juice will creep</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Lull Reasons powers awhile to sleep</l>
<l rend="indent2">And stain with sable hue the spotless soul.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> For soon the vallies charms decay</l>
<l rend="indent4"> In haggard Griefs ill omend sway</l>
<l rend="indent2">And barren rocks shall hide the chearing light of day.</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Then Reason strives in vain</l>
<l rend="indent2">Extinguishd Hopes enchanting beam for aye</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And Virtue sinks beneath the galling chain</l>
<l rend="indent2">And Sorrow lifts on high her bitter bowl</l>
<l rend="indent2">And sullen fixd Despair benumbs the nerveless soul.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Yet on the summit of yon craggy steep</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Hope stands surrounded with a blaze of light —</l>
<l rend="indent3">She bids the wretch no more despondent weep</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Or linger in the loathly realms of night,</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And Science comes celestial maid</l>
<l rend="indent4"> As mild as good she comes to aid</l>
<l rend="indent3">To smooth the rugged steep with magic power</l>
<l rend="indent2">And fill with many a wile the longly-lingering hour.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Fair smiles the morn in all the hues of Day</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Arrayd, the wide horizon streams with light</l>
<l rend="indent3">Anon the dull mists blot the living ray</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And darksome clouds presage the stormy night</l>
<l rend="indent3">Yet may the sun anew extend his ray</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Anew the heavens may shine in splendor bright</l>
<l rend="indent3">Anew the sunshine gild the lucid plain</l>
<l rend="indent2">And Natures frame reviv’d may thank the genial rain</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent4"> And what (my friend) is life?</l>
<l rend="indent3">What but the many weatherd april day</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Now darkly dimmd by all the clouds of strife</l>
<l rend="indent3">Now glowing in propitious fortunes ray.</l>
<l rend="indent3">Let the pale primrose bend its yielding form</l>
<l rend="indent2">For firm in rooted strength the oak defies the storm.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">If thou hast plannd the morrows dawn to roam</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Oer distant hill or plain —</l>
<l rend="indent3">Wilt thou despond in sadness at thy home</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Whilst heaven drops down the rain?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Or will thy hope expect the following day</l>
<l rend="indent2">When bright the sun may shine with unremitted ray.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Wilt thou float careless down the stream of Time</l>
<l rend="indent4"> In sadness borne to dull Oblivions shore?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Or shake off Grief &amp; build the lofty rhyme?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And live till Time himself shall be no more?</l>
<l rend="indent5"> If thy light bark should meet the storm</l>
<l rend="indent5"> If threatening clouds the sky deform</l>
<l rend="indent3">Let honest Truth be vain. look back on me</l>
<l rend="indent3">Have I been “sailing on a summers sea”?<note n="1" place="foot" resp="editors">A proverbial expression.</note>
</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Have only zephyrs filld my swelling sails</l>
<l rend="indent3">As smooth the gentle vessel glides along?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Yet have I met unseard the wintry gales</l>
<l rend="indent3">And soothd the dangers with the song.</l>
<l rend="indent3">So shall the vessel sail sublime</l>
<l rend="indent2">To Fames eternal port adown the stream of Times</l>
</lg>
<p rend="indent6"> ———————</p>
<p rend="indent1"> there is a weight hanging upon this heart which must either bend
                    or break it. my dear Horace the more I reflect the more am I confused &amp;
                    distressd. the prospect seems gathering round me. <ref target="people.html#SoutheyMargaret">my Mother</ref> I fear is declining.
                    eternal God what a world hast thou placed me in! when the best of thy creatures
                    is thus doomd to meet with undeserved mistery &amp; sink beneath it —
                    sometimes I fancy I am mad — in fact reason is not desirable to me &amp;
                    then only can I meet any thing like happiness when reason is forgotten. often do
                    I look wistfully at the bottle — but if madness ever gives the guilty draught
                    one shall suffice. my situation <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref> is every way worse than yours. I could bear single misery with
                    more resignation — not only bear it but fly from it but two brothers<note n="2" place="foot" resp="editors">
<ref target="people.html#SoutheyHenryHerbert">Henry Herbert Southey</ref> and <ref target="people.html#SoutheyEdward">Edward Southey</ref>.</note> almost infants chain me to England. I must
                    &amp; will protect them. otherwise the first vessel that sails for America
                    should bear with it one more emigrant.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> how very depraved is society. by making artificial distinctions
                    it creates real misery — by aggrandizing the few oppresses the many — &amp;
                    “brings into the world a world of woe”.<note n="3" place="foot" resp="editors">A
                        paraphrase of John Milton (1608–1674; <title level="m">DNB</title>), <title level="a">Paradise Lost</title> (1667), Book 9, line 11.</note> there is
                    scarcely one crime in the old Bailey calendar which does not originate in the
                    inventions of political society. would man thieve did not want tempt him?
                    poverty is the nurse of vice where she is dogged by disgrace, I would recommend
                    you to read <ref target="people.html#GodwinWilliam">Godwins</ref> enquiry
                    concerning Political Justice<note n="4" place="foot" resp="editors">William
                        Godwin, <title level="m">An Enquiry Concerning Political Justice</title>,
                        (1793). Southey borrowed the first volume from the Bristol Library Society
                        between 25–28 November 1793 and the second between 9–18 December
                        1793.</note> — but the work is large &amp; I might act culpably in
                    wishing to influence your sentiments. observe my meaning. to consider you as
                        <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">HW Bedford</ref> with respect
                    to <ref target="people.html#Bedfordfamily">your family</ref> I should act
                    wrongly. as a man justice would dictate otherwise.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> I would ask a man of feeling to survey the lobby at the theatres
                    or look at the courtesans in the streets of London. then let him say what
                    stronger proof can be required of the wretched debasement of society. we are
                    born in sin &amp; the children of wrath says the catechism. it is absolutely
                    false. sin is artificial — it is the monstrous offspring of government &amp;
                    property. the origin of both was in injustice. I cannot seek to avoid my own
                    distresses by looking on mankind in general, without feeling for general
                    calamity. &amp; yet Man is capable of happiness. if ever being was formd for
                    it I was. I dare avow it at the moment when I am most unhappy. my wishes were
                    humble. every days experience shews me how little Man wants &amp; every
                    hours reflection now tends to fix my wishes on the grave. whilst Reason keeps
                    the balance I dare live.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> you <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref>
                    have an object to live for. I have already seen every hope blasted. already been
                    persecuted &amp; belied. already feel the weight of children looking to
                    &lt;me&gt; for support. three years must I elapse before I become
                    capable of supporting myself by swearing myself a villain!</p>
<p rend="indent1"> in this situation you will not wonder that reflection is dreadful
                    &amp; that I avoid it. day follows day &amp; still am I either with my
                    pen or my book. I love walking but I fear solitude &amp; have no companion.
                    it is fortunate that I can sometimes lose my own situation in that of Europe —
                    but how much happier should I feel were I on the frontiers of France every hour
                    exposd to death in a cause I must feel to be just.</p>
<p rend="indent1">— Sunday morning.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> my spirits were much depressd yesterday as you may perceive — in
                    fact they always must be so when I give way to reflection. reflection &amp;
                    misery are with me the same — but away with these glooms. they cannot benefit
                    —</p>
<p rend="indent1"> Lucan<note n="5" place="foot" resp="editors">Marcus Annaeus
                        Lucanus (AD 39–65). In the paragraph that follows, Southey refers to his
                        unfinished epic, <title level="m">Pharsalia</title>.</note> &amp;
                    Beccaria dei delitti &amp; delle pene<note n="6" place="foot" resp="editors">Cesare, Marquis of Beccaria-Bonesana (1738–1794) published his treatise,
                            <title level="m">Dei Delitti e Delle Pene</title> (<title level="m">On
                            Crimes and Punishments</title>) in 1764.</note> are my pocket
                    companions. the republican Bard &amp; the philosopher of humanity. Lucan
                    pleases me more than any author in despite of his numerous faults. his ninth
                    book is wonderful &amp; when I say that he has not fallen short of Cato<note n="7" place="foot" resp="editors">Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis (95–46 BC),
                        staunch defender of the Roman republic and Stoic philosopher.</note> in his
                    character of that illustrious stoic panegyric can go no farther. the character
                    of Erictho<note n="8" place="foot" resp="editors">A witch in Lucan’s <title level="m">Pharsalia</title>.</note> is wonderfully imagined. how would
                    Lucan have excelled himself in the death of Cato &amp; of Caesar!<note n="9" place="foot" resp="editors">Gaius Julius Caesar (100/102–44 BC).</note> I
                    will venture to assert that had he finishd his Pharsalia — it would have been
                    the noblest monument of human genius. Mays<note n="10" place="foot" resp="editors">The poet and historian Thomas May (b. in or after 1596, d.
                        1650; <title level="m">DNB</title>), who in 1630 published a continuation to
                        Lucan’s <title level="m">Pharsalia</title>.</note> supplement disappointed
                    me. I expected more from his abilities — forgetting that the sycophant of a
                    Stuart was ill qualified to handle the pen of Lucan.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> Beccaria pleases me much. I had long been self-convinced that the
                    punishment of death was as improper as inhuman. <ref target="people.html#GodwinWilliam">Godwin</ref> carries this idea farther.
                    so far I agree with him that society makes the crime &amp; then punishes
                    it.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> thus <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref>
                    wears my life away between my book &amp; my pen &amp; my bed. &amp;
                    you must allow it is no small triumph of philosophy that makes life tolerable to
                    me.</p>
<p rend="indent1">
<ref target="people.html#CollinsCharles">C Collins</ref> never indulges me with
                    a line. taste — taste! what a taste will he soon have when every thing is
                    neglected for its formation! “the Deans says &lt;this&gt; M<hi rend="sup">r</hi> Hall<note n="11" place="foot" resp="editors">Charles Henry
                        Hall (d. 1827), educated at Christ Church (BA 1783, MA 1786) and a fellow of
                        the college at this time.</note> says that &amp; M<hi rend="sup">r</hi>
                        Sawkins<note n="12" place="foot" resp="editors">Possibly Charles Sawkins (d.
                        1818), educated at Christ Church, Oxford, BA 1778, and from 1797 Perpetual
                        Curate of Binsey, Oxfordshire.</note> tother thing” it must be so — you talk
                    nonsense you must form a taste — then up go the shoulders above the ears. Pretty
                    Pope sticks in his throat. however I shall see him soon — laugh at the Societas
                    — shrug my shoulders at his neglect then shake hands &amp; be serious.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> it is high time you were settled in some pursuit — &amp; day
                    after day should not be wasted in idle wishes — talk seriously upon the subject.
                    know your own mind &amp; then every bodys. but never be unoccupied</p>
<p>
<date when="1793-12-15">Sunday night</date>. <time>10 o clock</time>. I have
                    spent this evening with a young man who visits London in the course of the week.
                    his conversation amuses &amp; improves me. I have been free enough to give
                    him your brothers letter which has been written some days. <ref target="people.html#BedfordGrosvenorCharles">Grosvenor</ref> will be much
                    pleased with him. in these times philosophy poetry twenty two &amp; a wife
                    are very rare &amp; very estimable. <ref target="people.html#LovellRobert">M<hi rend="sup">r</hi> Lovel</ref> has the first &amp; will soon
                    have the last. my younger years were past with <ref target="people.html#FrickerMary">his intended bride</ref> nor could I
                    entertain a sincerer affection for a sister. I have sought his acquaintance.
                        <ref target="people.html#BedfordGrosvenorCharles">Grosvenor</ref> knows how
                    cooly I do these things. but he is a little romantic as well as RS &amp;
                    unless I am much deceived will excuse if not thank the freedom of your friend. </p>
<p rend="indent1"> my stay at Bath is protracted by this new acquaintance. Manna was
                    less agreable to the Jews than philosophy &amp;c to a poor starvd
                    rhapsodist. Wednesday I see Bristol. now for bed.<note n="13" place="foot" resp="editors">my stay at Bath ... bed: Postscript written in margin of
                        space reserved for address.</note>
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