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<p>Bodleian Library, MS Eng. Lett. c. 22.  Previously  published:
                        Charles Cuthbert Southey (ed.), Life and Correspondence of Robert
                            Southey, 6 vols (London, 1849–1850), I, pp. 197–199 [in part;
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<head>76. Robert Southey to <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace
                        Walpole Bedford</ref>, <date when="1793-12-22">22 [–24] 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: BRISTOL<lb/>Postmark: ODE/ 25/ 93<lb/>Watermarks: G R in a circle;
                        figure of Britannia<lb/>Endorsement: Rec<hi rend="sup">d</hi>. Dec. 25.
                        1793<lb/>MS: Bodleian Library, MS Eng. Lett. c. 22<lb/>Previously published:
                        Charles Cuthbert Southey (ed.), <title level="m">Life and Correspondence of Robert
                            Southey</title>, 6 vols (London, 1849–1850), I, pp. 197–199 [in part;
                        misdated 22 Dec 1793].</note>
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<ref target="places.html#CollegeGreenBristol">College Green</ref>.</placeName>
</address>
<date when="1793-12-22">Sunday Night. Dec. 22. 1793.</date>
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<p rend="indent6"> —————</p>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">And does my friend again demand the strain?</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Still seek to list the sorrow soothing lay?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Still would he hear the woe worn heart complain</l>
<l rend="indent4"> When Melancholy loads the lingering day?</l>
<l rend="indent3">Shall partial friendship turn the favoring eye</l>
<l rend="indent3">No fault behold but every charm copy</l>
<l rend="indent2">And shall the thankless Bard his honord strain deny?</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">“No single pleasure shall your pen bestow.”<note n="1" place="foot" resp="editors">Quotation unidentified.</note>
</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Ah <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref> to that thought affords delight</l>
<l rend="indent3">Tis that can sooth the weary weight of woe</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Wide as the taper streams its mournful light</l>
<l rend="indent3">For Fancy loves the distant scenes to see</l>
<l rend="indent3">Far from the gloom of Solitude to flee</l>
<l rend="indent2">And think that absent friends may sometimes think &lt;of
                        me&gt;</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Oft when my steps have traced the secret glade</l>
<l rend="indent4"> What time the pale moon glimmering on the plain</l>
<l rend="indent3">Just markd where deeper darkness dyed the shade</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Has Contemplation loved the nightbirds strain</l>
<l rend="indent3">Still have I stood or silent movd &amp; slow</l>
<l rend="indent3">Whilst thro the copse the thrilling accents flow</l>
<l rend="indent2">Nor deemd the pensive Bird might pour the notes of woe.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Yet sweet &amp; lovely is the nightbirds lay — </l>
<l rend="indent4"> The passing pilgrim loves her note to hear</l>
<l rend="indent3">When Mirths rude reign is sunk with parted day</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And Silence pauses on the vacant ear</l>
<l rend="indent3">For staid Reflection loves the doubtful light</l>
<l rend="indent3">When Sleep &amp; Stillness lull the noiseless night</l>
<l rend="indent2">And breathes the pensive song a soothing sad delight.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Loud blew the blast &amp; loud the torrents roar</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And sharp &amp; piercing drove the pelting rain</l>
<l rend="indent3">When wildly wandering on the Volgas shore</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The exild Ovid<note n="2" place="foot" resp="editors">Publius
                            Ovidius Naso (43 BC–AD 17) was exiled from Rome to Tomis on the Black
                            Sea.</note> pourd the plaintive strain.</l>
<l rend="indent3">He mournd for ever lost the joys of Rome</l>
<l rend="indent3">He mournd his widowed wife — his vacant home.</l>
<l rend="indent2">And all the weight of woes that load the exiles doom.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Child of the Muse — the Muse preserves thy name</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And gives immortal bays the meed of grief</l>
<l rend="indent3">With searless laurel weaves thy wreath of Fame</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Whilst Justice execrates thy tyrant chief.</l>
<l rend="indent3">For aye shall Pity love thy pensive strain</l>
<l rend="indent3">For aye unfading shall thy praise remain</l>
<l rend="indent2">Whilst Freedom hates the wretch who forgd oppressions
                        &lt;chain&gt;.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Oh could my lay like Sulmos minstrel<note n="3" place="foot" resp="editors">An Italian town, the birth-place of Ovid.</note> flow</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Eternity might love her Nisus<note n="4" place="foot" resp="editors">In the <title level="m">Aeneid</title>, Nisus is a
                            follower of Aeneas and famed for his loyalty to his friend
                            Euryalus.</note> name.</l>
<l rend="indent3">The Muse should then add dignity to woe</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And Griefs steep path should prove the path to Fame</l>
<l rend="indent3">But I have pluckd no bays from Phœbus’<note n="5" place="foot" resp="editors">A name given in Greek mythology to Apollo, god of
                            poetry.</note> bower</l>
<l rend="indent3">My fading garland formd of many a flower</l>
<l rend="indent2">May sweetly smile &amp; bloom to last one little hour.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">To please that little hour is all I crave —</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Loved by my friends I spurn the love of Fame</l>
<l rend="indent3">Let the high grass oerspread my lonely grave</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Let cankering moss obscure the rough hewn name</l>
<l rend="indent3">There never may the passing pilgrim go</l>
<l rend="indent3">Nor future minstrel drop the tear of woe</l>
<l rend="indent2">For all would fail to wake the slumbering earth below.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Be mine whilst journeying Lifes rough road along</l>
<l rend="indent4"> (Oer hill &amp; dale the wandering Bard shall go)</l>
<l rend="indent3">To hail the reign of Pleasure with the song</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Or soothe with sorrowing strains the hour of woe</l>
<l rend="indent3">The song each passing moment shall beguile</l>
<l rend="indent3">Perchance too favoring Friendship deigns to smile.</l>
<l rend="indent2">Let Fame reject the lay — I sleep secure the while.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">For what avaunts the monumental bust</l>
<l rend="indent4"> The sculpturd column or the voice of Fame</l>
<l rend="indent3">Her trump must fail to rouse the slumbering dust</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Dead to the only gift she gives a name.</l>
<l rend="indent3">What tho the world the dues of worth should pay</l>
<l rend="indent3">What tho with heroes Bards &amp; kings I lay</l>
<l rend="indent2">Unconscious of applause where sleeps the senseless clay.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Be mine to taste the humbler joys of life</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Lulld in Oblivions lap to wear away</l>
<l rend="indent3">And fly from Grandeurs scene of vice &amp; strife</l>
<l rend="indent4"> And fly from fickle Fashions foolish sway</l>
<l rend="indent3">Be mine in Ages drooping hour to see</l>
<l rend="indent3">The lisping children climb their grandsires knee</l>
<l rend="indent2">And train the future race to live &amp; act like me.</l>
</lg>
<lb/>
<lg type="stanza">
<l rend="indent3">Then when the inexorable hour shall come</l>
<l rend="indent4"> To tell my death let no deep requiem toll</l>
<l rend="indent3">No hireling sexton dig the venal tomb</l>
<l rend="indent4"> Or Priest be paid to hymn my parted soul</l>
<l rend="indent3">No let my children near their little cot</l>
<l rend="indent3">Lay my old bones beneath the turf to rot</l>
<l rend="indent2">So let me live unknown — so let me die forgot. <note n="6" place="foot" resp="editors">A revised version, entitled ‘To
                            Lycon’, was published in Southey and Robert Lovell’s <title level="m">Poems</title> (1795).</note>
</l>
</lg>
<p rend="indent6"> —————</p>
<p>
<date when="1793-12-23">Monday morning.</date> of last nights verses I have two
                    things to say. the metre is that of Ph. Fletchers purple island.<note n="7" place="foot" resp="editors">Phineas Fletcher (1582–1650; <title level="m">DNB</title>), <title level="m">The Purple Island, or, the Isle of
                            Man</title> (1633).</note> the specimens of the poem in Headleys
                    selection &amp; Warton<note n="8" place="foot" resp="editors">Henry Headley
                        (1765–1788; <title level="m">DNB</title>), <title level="m">Select Beauties
                            of Ancient English poetry</title>, 2 vols (London, 1787), I, pp. 4–5,
                        35–36; II, pp. 15–16, 76. Southey borrowed the first volume from the Bristol
                        Library Society between 20–23 December 1793. Thomas Warton (1728–1790;
                            <title level="m">DNB</title>), <title level="m">Observations on the
                            Faerie Queene of Spenser</title> (London, 1754), pp. 54–55, 236,
                        280–281.</note> are beautiful — you promised me some information relative to
                    a late edition. the other remark is that two more letters will probably grow out
                    of this. the last stanza has given birth to a train of thoughts which wait your
                    next for maturity. your last letter I found on my return from Bath — I had
                    prolonged my stay there to enjoy <ref target="people.html#LovellRobert">Lovells</ref> company. you know the no-ceremony I stand upon when I wish to
                    make a friend — it may be singular but I am sure to me singularly fortunate. as
                    a poet in some walks I do not know his equal — in the plaintive &amp; soft
                    kinds — elegy &amp; sonnet for instance but this is not his only merit —
                    epistles &amp; various other species he has handled with peculiar delicacy.
                    I do not scruple to say that for elegance &amp; simplicity of versification
                    I know no Author in our language that surpasses him. most probably we shall soon
                    publish together. I am apprehensive he will miss <ref target="people.html#BedfordGrosvenorCharles">your brother</ref> by calling
                    as last Saturday.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> and now to the subject of your letter. recollect <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref> that Love is a
                    perishable passion &amp; however we may paint its immortality with the vivid
                    colors of youth — must ultimately mellow with friendship. I say must — for it is
                    physically impossible that it should endure. Honor my dear friend is everlasting
                    &amp; immortal &amp; inspires that conscious dignity which will dilate
                    the soul when the less pure flame of Love shall have consumed itself. past
                    errors are always the best future guides. a strong head &amp; a good heart
                    have almost miraculously rescued you from vice &amp; folly — you have
                    experience at eighteen — a constitution naturally good which exercise will
                    brace. tho you have errd that error is reparable. I am more &amp; more
                    convinced that Oxford would be of essential service to you — solitude is the
                    mother of melancholy — hourly experience tells me so too forcibly. the college
                    life is not what I delight in — female society is wanting there but any damnd
                    soul would be happy to avoid hell by flying to purgatory &amp; so I look
                    forward with comparative pleasure to <ref target="places.html#BalliolOxford">Balliol</ref>. indeed with positive pleasure when I reflect that I am going
                    to a society of men who are temperate &amp; liberal — who return my
                    friendship for them &amp; perhaps expect our meeting with the same pleasure
                    felt by me. <ref target="people.html#SewardEdmund">Seward</ref> resides with us
                    six months longer &amp; that &lt;as being&gt; unexpected is doubly
                    agreable. you will seldom <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref> find a better acquaintance not to mention your friends at
                    XChurch or mine at Corpus.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> I have accomplishd a most arduous task. transcribing all my
                    verses that appear worthy the trouble (except letters). of these I took one
                    list. another of my pile of stuff &amp; nonsense &amp; a third of what I
                    have burnt &amp; lost, upon an average 10-000 verses are burnt &amp;
                    lost — the same number preservd — &amp; 15-000 worthless consider that all
                    my letters are excluded &amp; you may judge what waste of paper I have
                    occasiond. three years yet remain before I can become any way settled in life
                    &amp; during that interval my object must be to pass each hour in
                    employment. the million would say I must study divinity — the Bishops would give
                    me folios to peruse little deeming that to me every blade of grass &amp;
                    every atom of matter is worth all the fathers. I can bear a retrospect — but
                    when I look forward to taking orders a thousand dreadful ideas crowd at once
                    upon my mind. oh <ref target="people.html#BedfordHoraceWalpole">Horace</ref> my
                    views in life are surely very humble — I ask but honest independance &amp;
                    that never will be my lot.</p>
<p rend="indent1">
<date when="1793-12-24">Tues morn</date>. I was at the play last night more from
                    the wish of sparing my eye sight than from expectation of amusement as I
                    &lt;was&gt; well acquainted with the impossibilities of the play
                    &amp; had laughd four times at the Prize.<note n="9" place="foot" resp="editors">Prince Hoare (1755–1834; <title level="m">DNB</title>),
                            <title level="m">The Prize, or, 2, 5, 3, 8. A Musical Farce, in Two
                            Acts</title> (1793).</note> of course the space between the acts
                    furnishd most occupation — I looked round &amp; would have physiognomozed
                    but every visnomie was either commonly mediocre or uncommonly dull — so I
                    recalled the actions of the day — laid down the plan of a Platonic ode &amp;
                    slept agreably when I returned upon the prospect. this morning I am yet fasting
                    so the space before breakfast is yours. tomorrow is Xmas day only noticd by me
                    as an obligation of going to church — else here mirth &amp; merriment may
                    reign. next week comes the day that I must celebrate &amp; you &amp;
                        <ref target="people.html#BedfordGrosvenorCharles">your brother</ref> may
                    expect new years verses provided you give me some too. tis an old hackneyd
                    subject pretty nearly exhausted — yet we may possibly strike one spark from the
                    old flint.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> I have many epistolary themes in embryo. <ref target="people.html#BedfordGrosvenorCharles">your brothers</ref> next will
                    probably be upon the advantages of long noses &amp; the recent service mine
                    accomplished in time of need — philosophy &amp; folly take me by turns — I
                    spent three hours one night in last week in cleaving an immense piece of old
                    oaken timber — without axe hatchet or wedges. the chopper was our instrument one
                    piece of wood wedged another &amp; a third made the hammer of death — <ref target="people.html#WeeksShadrach">Shad</ref> liked it as well as myself so
                    we finishd the job &amp; fatigued ourselves. on Sunday night I amused myself
                    after writing your letter with taking profiles. to day I shall dignify my own
                    &amp; <ref target="people.html#WeeksShadrach">Shads</ref> with pasteboard —
                    marbled border &amp; a bow of green ribbonds — to hang up in my collection
                    room. by the by this is an excellent method of taking likenesses it hides all
                    defects &lt;botts &amp;c.&gt;</p>
<p rend="indent1"> the more I see of this strange world the more I am convinced that
                    society requires desperate remedies. the friends I have (&amp; you know me
                    to be cautious in chusing them) are many of them struggling with obstacles which
                    never could happen were man what Nature intended him. a torrent of ideas burst
                    upon my mind when I reflect upon this subject — in the hours of sanguine
                    expectation these reveries are agreable but more frequently the visions of
                    futurity are dark &amp; gloomy — &amp; the only ray enlivening the scene
                    beams on America. you see I must fly from thought. to day I begin Cowpers
                        Homer<note n="10" place="foot" resp="editors">William Cowper (1731–1800;
                            <title level="m">DNB</title>), <title level="m">The Iliad and Odyssey of
                            Homer, Translated into English Blank Verse</title>, (1791). Southey
                        borrowed the first volume from the Bristol Library Society between 23–27
                        December 1793 and the second from 27–30 December 1793.</note> &amp;
                    write an ode — tomorrow read on &amp; write something else. by the by is
                        <ref target="people.html#CollinsCharles">CC</ref> offended with me? — I
                    shall write to him very shortly taking for granted that his silence rather
                    proceeds from the important occupation of Ch Church than from any childish
                    offence, inconsistent with the goodness of his head &amp; heart. so make my
                    remembrances to him. plague take breakfast.</p>
<p rend="indent1"> so now to conclude let me hear from you soon. remember me to all
                    friends — &amp; you &lt;may&gt; give my compliments to my
                    correspondent M<hi rend="sup">r</hi> Miles<note n="11" place="foot" resp="editors">A friend of the Bedford family, he lived at Vanbrugh Fields,
                        Greenwich. His first name is not recorded.</note> if you want something to
                    say to him &amp; tell him that I had 99 minds to answer his letter — but
                    something like diffidence came in &amp; surprized me with silence. remember
                    me likewise to <ref target="people.html#BedfordHenry">Harry</ref>.</p>
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<salute rend="indent2">yrs sincerely</salute>
<signed rend="indent3">R Southey.</signed>
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<postscript>
<p>now for my ode in an excellent mood.</p>
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