Love-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poem:-
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o'er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.
The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!
She leant against the arm{'e}d man,
The statue of the arm{'e}d knight;
She stood and listened to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! my joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene'er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.
I played a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story—
An old rude song, that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary.
She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.
I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady of the Land.
I told her how he pined: and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own.
She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!
But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;
That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade,—
There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
And that unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
And how she wept, and clasped his knees;
And how she tended him in vain—
And ever strove to expiate
The scorn that crazed his brain;—
And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;—
His dying words—but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!
All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;
And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long!
She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love, and virgin-shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name.
Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped—
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.
'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.
I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride.
Description of the poem Love by Coleridge
Coleridge was a co-founder of Romanticism in English literature.
His love for nature, fascination and treatment of the supernatural, and medievalism makes him a Romantic poet.
The poet attempts to say that love was the meaning of life, which has never gone away.
The poet begins the poem by saying, "Whatever stirs this mortal frame", "Are all but ministers of love".
He narrates the excitement of "that happy hour" when he lay beside the ruined tower.
That happy hour because he was there with his 'dear Genevieve'.
The poet says that she leaned against the statue of the armed man.
She was there listening to the 'lay' of the poet.
The poet goes on to say that Genevieve had no sorrows of her own.
But that she loved the poet when he sang of 'grieve'.
The poet chose an 'old and moving story'. She kept gazing at her while singing.
She knew her beloved would gaze. She listened with downcast eyes.
The song was of the story of the knight who woord the 'lady of the land' for ten years.
The song was an interpretation of the love of the poet himself.
The poet sings how the crazed, bold, lovely knight crossed the mountain and saved the Lady of the Lands, from his friends.
He was badly wounded. The lady wept. She tended him. But he lay there 'a dying man'.
The poet flatters here. Here at the heart - touching point.
It thrilled Genevieve. She wept with pity and delight. She blushed with love.
The poet heard his name in her murmurs.
And then suddenly she fled and embraced him.
The poet calmed her fears. He won his Genevieve.
The poet ends up saying, "And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride ".
Thus we see that poet is convinced that, 'Love is the most important of all emotions'.
The poem is in a story form.
It gives a picture of the drop in knowledge of human psychology.
It is a poem about the glorification of love.
Coleridge believed in the power of imagination.
He believed that imagination could transcend unpleasant circumstances.
Coleridge considers poetry as the fragrance of all human knowledge and thoughts.
This poem 'Love' is taken from the lyrical ballads in Sibylline's leaves.
His poems depict love for nature and inspiration for self.
The poem is a poem of guilt. He is guilty of being in love with the Lady of the Land; because he is only a minstrel.
The lady of the land shuns him.
Coleridge thinks that poetry is a synthesis of the whole activity of the poet.
So poetry is connected to the highest value of art.
Coleridge says, 'Love is a flower'. Friendship is like a sheltering tree.
Coleridge defines a symbol as, something which presents the eternal in the temporal, and universal in particular.
He says the poet conveys a universal truth. The poem also explores the fear of losing one's beloved.
Two people can hang on to one another through life's rushing waters if they remember to hold one another safe.
Symbolism is a literary device where symbols work to represent ideas.
‘Love’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a twenty-four stanza poem that is separated into sets of four lines, or quatrains. Each of these quatrains follows the rhyming pattern of abcb, alternating end sounds as the poet saw fit.
Coleridge has also chosen to imbue this piece with a structured pattern of the meter. The first three lines of each stanza are written in iambic tetrameter. This means that each line contains two sets of two beats, or iambs. The first of these is unstressed and the second stressed. The last line of the stanzas is different though, it only contains three iambs, meaning that it is written in iambic trimester.
Summary of Love
‘Love’ by Samuel Taylor Coleridge details the emotional and physical relationship between a speaker and the woman he woos through storytelling.
The poem begins with the speaker describing how love is the most important of the emotions. It is connected to all other emotions and experiences. There is one particular person the speaker is thinking of, a woman named Genevieve. He spends the majority of this piece relaying to the reader how he wooed Genevieve. It took time, and the influence of a loving and sorrowful story to bring her to him.
The poem begins with the speaker describing how love is the most important of the emotions. It is connected to all other emotions and experiences. There is one particular person the speaker is thinking of, a woman named Genevieve. He spends the majority of this piece relaying to the reader how he wooed Genevieve. It took time, and the influence of a loving and sorrowful story to bring her to him.
Analysis of Love
Stanza One
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
In the first stanza of this piece, the speaker begins by stating that every emotion one could experience, from “passion” to sorrow (as well as all “thoughts”) influence love. It is to “his” benefit that these feelings exist. The extraneous experiences are “ministers” to a great purpose. Coleridge chose to personify Love (give the force human characteristics) in order to shift one’s perspective on its abilities. It is given agency and the will to make certain events happen. Love will be the driving force in this narrative.
Stanza Two
Oft in my waking dreams do I
Live o’er again that happy hour,
When midway on the mount I lay,
Beside the ruined tower.
In the second stanza, the speaker goes on to refer to himself in the first person. He is also an important part of this story. Coleridge places the poem’s main story within the fame of his speaker’s narration. The speaker is looking back on a time that comes to him in his “waking dreams” or daydreams. He recalls the “happy hour” in which he was “midway on” his horse and stationed “Beside the ruined tower.” From this line, and those that follow in the third stanza, it is clear the poem has a fantastical element. The events have a fairy-tale-like quality to them a fact that supports “Love’s” primary role in the story.
Stanza Three
The moonshine, stealing o’er the scene
Had blended with the lights of eve;
And she was there, my hope, my joy,
My own dear Genevieve!
The speaker continues to describe this time in his life and the beautiful scene playing out under near the “moonshine,” or moonlight. The light was moving slowly over the speaker and the tower. It was combining with the other lights of the evening and with the light given off by “Genevieve.”
Here the speaker introduces another main character, his true love. She is described as being his “hope” and his “joy.” Just from these lines, it is clear that he values her above everything else.
Stanza Four
She leant against the arm{‘e}d man,
The statue of the arm{‘e}d knight;
She stood and listened to my lay,
Amid the lingering light.
The four and fifth stanzas are dedicated to the speaker describing what Genevieve is like and how she reacts to him. Later be described as “guileless,” as if she can do no wrong. She stands around the scene and listens to the speaker. He is reciting to her his “lay” or a short lyric poem/narrative. The speaker describes her as if she has no life of her own and the only thing she has to do as the light “linger[s]” is to listen to him speak. It is easy for him to gain her love. He knows exactly what to do.
Stanza Five
Few sorrows hath she of her own,
My hope! joy! my Genevieve!
She loves me best, whene’er I sing
The songs that make her grieve.
The description of Genevieve continues into the fifth stanza. She does not have many “sorrows” of her own. There is nothing for her to suffer in the world. Perhaps this is because she is protected, or that she is not aware enough to recognize sorrow for what it is.
In the next line the speaker uses the phrase “My hope! My joy!” to describe Genevieve again. The repetition of these emotions emphasizes their presence within the speaker but they also say something about his depth of emotion. She is to him perfect, and can only bring out positive emotions in him.
Lucky for him, she particularly likes him when he sings. She appreciates his talents sufficiently, especially when they “make her grieve.” His words allow her to experience an emotion she is not used to.
Stanza Six
I played a soft and doleful air,
I sang an old and moving story—
An old rude song, that suited well
That ruin wild and hoary.
The sixth stanza describes how the speaker sings and plays his “lay” to her. His words are “soft” and have a gentle presence in the “doleful,” or mournful air. There is one story, in particular, the speaker remembers telling Genevieve. It is an old and emotionally “moving” one. It has the benefit of being sad and “wild and hoary.” The narrative is somewhat scandalous and is meant to sadden and excite Genevieve in equal measure.
Stanza Seven
She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes and modest grace;
For well she knew, I could not choose
But gaze upon her face.
In the next lines, the speaker tells how Genevieve reacted to the story. At first, she blushed and lowered her eyes, embarrassed but also moved. The “downcast” nature of her eyes shows her modesty in their contemporary society. This would be the only appropriate reaction for a young woman to have.
Her meek gaze is also in reaction to the fact that the speaker does not seem to be able to stop looking at her. He is unable to move his eyes from “upon her face.”
Stanza Eight
I told her of the Knight that wore
Upon his shield a burning brand;
And that for ten long years he wooed
The Lady of the Land.
At the beginning of the eighth stanza, the speaker opens another story. Now the reader is within three layers of narrative. He is retelling the story that is both “hoary” and sorrowful. First, he states that there was a “Knight” who carried a shield on which there was a “burning brand.” While he went about his duties he spent the rest of his time attempting to “woo” the “Lady of the Land.”
From this short phrase, the reader is able to assume that the speaker relates this mysterious “Lady” to Genevieve. The “ten years” spent on wooing her should convey to Genevieve that the speaker would be willing to do the same.
Stanza Nine
I told her how he pined: and ah!
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another’s love,
Interpreted my own.
The speaker tells the reader that in the story the knight “pined” over the “Lady.” In the next lines, he explains that he knows exactly what he’s doing with this story. Genevieve appreciates the way he tells another’s story and that passion works to his benefit.
Stanza Ten
She listened with a flitting blush,
With downcast eyes, and modest grace;
And she forgave me, that I gazed
Too fondly on her face!
The tenth stanza is again dedicated to Genevieve. Here, she said again to have a “flitting blush” and “downcast eyes.” Her grace is on display once more. Although perhaps he shouldn’t be, the speaker still stares at her. She does not mind and apparently forgives him for it.
Their relationship dynamic is a strange one and his apologetic tone in regards to his advances is a clear put on in order to get closer to her. That being said, it is likely that her modesty is false as well. They are both players at a game for which society wrote the rules. They cannot step out of their roles as a lady and gentleman.
Stanza Eleven
But when I told the cruel scorn
That crazed that bold and lovely Knight,
And that he crossed the mountain-woods,
Nor rested day nor night;
The speaker tells his listener that the “Lady” did not accept the knight’s advances. He was made to wander the land, constantly seeking out a way to win her heart. She was scornful and cruel to treat someone so “lovely” that way. The knight did everything he could and traveled through the woods and over mountains every day and night, desperate for an answer.
Stanza Twelve
That sometimes from the savage den,
And sometimes from the darksome shade,
And sometimes starting up at once
In green and sunny glade,—
No matter where the knight went or what he did the face of the “Lady” was there to stare at him. She appeared from the darkest of places, those which would never be associated with such a person. She would appear from nowhere, haunting him. The impact of this haunting is explained in the next stanza.
Stanza Thirteen
There came and looked him in the face
An angel beautiful and bright;
And that he knew it was a Fiend,
This miserable Knight!
The face of the woman came to him and made him miserable. She was just as beautiful as always but now her constant presence wears him down and inspires him. He still loves and seeks to win her. She is to him an “angel beautiful and bright.” But, she had another side. She was like a “Fiend” that would not leave him alone. Luckily for the “lovely” knight his situation was about to change.
Stanza Fourteen
And that unknowing what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
While he was wandering around the country in something of a daze, he threw himself into a “murderous band.” He did not seek to join them but to save their victim from an “outrage worse than death,” meaning rape. And surprisingly, the woman who he saved was “The Lady of the Land!” He acts out of impulse, without a predetermined idea of what he was going to do, and that led him back to the woman he loves.
The Lady is not going to let that stand and strives to “expiate / The scorn that crazed his brain.” It is now her goal to change his mind and bring him back to the state he was in before.
Stanza Sixteen
And that she nursed him in a cave;
And how his madness went away,
When on the yellow forest-leaves
A dying man he lay;—
The lady spends a great deal of time “nurs[ing] him.” Together they stay in a “cave,” likely close to where the almost tragedy occurred. Eventually, his madness, or his ill opinion of her, went away. This was not a strictly optimistic turn of events though. His mind was only changed because he was dying. The speaker describes this valiant knight’s resting place as being on the “yellow forest leaves.” This is a tragic and surprising ending to the story that a reader might not have seen coming.
The knight was clearly injured in the fight to free the lady from her attackers and it was this injury as much as the crazed nature of his mind that she was nursing.
Stanza Seventeen
His dying words—but when I reached
That tenderest strain of all the ditty,
My faltering voice and pausing harp
Disturbed her soul with pity!
In the seventeenth stanza the speaker steps back from the story. It has become so emotional, or at least he is playing it off as being so, that his voice falters and his “harp” pauses. He realizes that the vibrantly real nature of his story has moved and “Disturbed” Genevieve. She has become terribly sad about this ending. Perhaps he now realizes he has gone too far or maybe he is only recognizing the perfect outcome to his initiating this tale.
Stanza Eighteen
All impulses of soul and sense
Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve;
The music and the doleful tale,
The rich and balmy eve;
The speaker uses the next stanzas the describe the reaction of Genevieve to the story he told. She was deeply moved by the “impulses” and emotions the speaker described. He puts the fault on his well-constructed words and beautiful music. It is also the fault of the evening, which is so “rich” and very much worth recognizing. These events have worked together (in his favor) to bring sorrow out of his intended lover.
Stanza Nineteen
And hopes, and fears that kindle hope,
An undistinguishable throng,
And gentle wishes long subdued,
Subdued and cherished long!
In particular, Genevieve was moved by the “hopes” and the “fears” that were conveyed through the story. She imagined herself in the same situation and what the loss of the possibility of love would feel like. This is exactly the reaction the speaker was hoping to get from her. If he can make her fear losing love then she will be more amiable to his own advances.
Stanza Twenty
She wept with pity and delight,
She blushed with love, and virgin-shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,
I heard her breathe my name.
Genevieve is so upset by these new emotions (one must remember that she has no sorrow in her life normally) that she is weeping. She loved the story but feels pity for those involved. The address is accompanied in equal measure with the “virgin-shame.” She has not known love or lust but wants to. The tide turns for the speaker when he hears her “breathe [his] name.”
Stanza Twenty-One
Her bosom heaved—she stepped aside,
As conscious of my look she stepped—
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.
Genevieve does not appear to be in control of her emotions in the twenty-first stanza. Her chest is heaving and she has to step away from the speaker. She does not dare meet his eye but does not want to miss out on the opportunity to experience love like the characters in the story did. She runs to him and he enfolds her in his arms.
Stanza Twenty-Two
She half enclosed me with her arms,
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, looked up,
And gazed upon my face.
Genevieve hugs him back, but meekly. The young woman is unsure what she is supposed to, or what she should do. This quick stanza describes one moment when she looks at the speaker and contemplates the situation she is in.
Stanza Twenty-Three
‘Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly ’twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.
At this point, the speaker knows that he must calm her. His fear over the reaction in her mirrors Genevieve’s own fear of losing love. Finally, the two know how they feel about one another and are able to act on that. The speaker chooses to “feel” her love rather than see it by inflicting emotions on her.
Stanza Twenty-Four
I calmed her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,
My bright and beauteous Bride.
In order to restore Genevieve to how she was before he calms her and tells her of his own love. It is the story followed by a few simple acts of kindness that turn her to him. He was able to win her and take her as his bride. Their story has a happy ending that the knight and the lady could only wish for.
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