Sonnet
XI. To Sheridan
by
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
(Poem, Summary, & Analysis)
Sonnet
XI. To Sheridan
It
was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath'd
O'er
thy young mind such wildly-various power!
My
soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour,
Thy
temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath'd:
And
sweet thy voice, as when o'er Laura's bier
Sad
music trembled thro' Vauclusa's glade;
Sweet,
as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade
That
wafts soft dreams to Slumber's list'ning ear.
Now
patriot Rage and Indignation high
Swell
the full tones! And now thine eye-beams
dance
Meanings
of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!
Writhes
inly from the bosom-probing glance
Th'
Apostate by the brainless rout adores,
As
erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.
Summary
The
speaker begins by expressing admiration for Richard Brinsley Sheridan,
attributing his exceptional talents to some spiritual force that must have
inspired him in his youth. He says:
“It
was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath’d / O’er thy young mind such
wildly-various power!”
This
suggests that Sheridan’s remarkable and diverse abilities must have come from a
divine or supernatural influence that breathed life into his young mind.
“My
soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour, / Thy temples with Hymettian
flowrets wreath’d:”
Here,
the speaker recalls how his own soul took note of Sheridan during a formative
or imaginative moment ("shaping hour"), envisioning him crowned with
Hymettian flowers—flowers from Mount Hymettus in Greece, known for their honey,
symbolizing sweetness and poetic inspiration.
“And
sweet thy voice, as when o’er Laura’s bier / Sad music trembled thro’
Vauclusa’s glade;”
Coleridge
compares Sheridan’s voice to sad music played over Laura's bier (coffin),
referencing Petrarch’s muse Laura and the Vaucluse, where Petrarch often wrote.
This line conveys that Sheridan's voice is as moving and poetic as that
lamenting music.
“Sweet,
as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade / That wafts soft dreams to Slumber’s
list’ning ear.”
He
further compares Sheridan's voice to a serenade at dawn, softly reaching the
ears of a sleeping lover, again emphasizing its tender and dreamlike sweetness.
“Now
patriot Rage and Indignation high / Swell the full tones!”
The
mood shifts, and Coleridge observes how Sheridan’s voice can also rise in
patriotic anger and high indignation, filling his speech with passionate
intensity.
“And
now thine eye-beams dance / Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!”
Sheridan’s
eyes are described as sparkling with scornful meanings and witty humor, showing
his lively and clever nature.
“Writhes
inly from the bosom-probing glance / Th' Apostate by the brainless rout
adores,”
Coleridge
describes how a false or betraying figure (the Apostate)—who is foolishly
admired by the ignorant crowd—winces inwardly when exposed to Sheridan’s sharp
and penetrating gaze.
“As
erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword.”
Finally,
he likens this reaction to how Satan (the elder Fiend) once writhed under the
sword of the Archangel Michael, referencing the biblical battle in
heaven—indicating the powerful effect of Sheridan's truth and moral force.
Analysis
in Detail
Context:
This
sonnet is addressed to Richard Brinsley Sheridan, a celebrated Irish
playwright, orator, and politician. Coleridge admired Sheridan for his dramatic
genius, witty political speeches, and passionate defense of liberty and
justice. The poem praises his unique talents, both artistic and rhetorical.
Line-by-Line
Analysis:
Lines
1–2:
It
was some spirit, Sheridan! that breath’d
O’er
thy young mind such wildly-various power!
Coleridge
begins with an exclamatory tone, expressing awe at Sheridan’s diverse
abilities—his talent is so extraordinary that it seems supernaturally inspired.
The phrase “wildly-various power” emphasizes versatility—Sheridan was not only
a dramatist but also a powerful orator and satirist. The mention of “some
spirit” suggests a divine muse or guiding force—hinting at a Romantic notion
that true genius is inborn and otherworldly.
Lines
3–4:
My
soul hath marked thee in her shaping hour,
Thy
temples with Hymettian flowrets wreath’d:
Coleridge
personifies his own soul, saying it recognized Sheridan's greatness during a
moment of poetic insight ("shaping hour"). The image of wreathing
temples with Hymettian flowers is classical and symbolic: Mount Hymettus in
Greece was famous for its honey and flowers—symbols of sweetness, elegance, and
refined poetic inspiration. This portrays Sheridan as a figure of beauty,
intellect, and artistic grace, shaped by classical ideals.
Lines
5–6:
And
sweet thy voice, as when o’er Laura’s bier
Sad
music trembled thro’ Vauclusa’s glade;
These
lines evoke Petrarch and Laura, with Vaucluse referring to the wooded region
where Petrarch mourned his muse. Sheridan’s voice is likened to melancholic
music played at Laura’s funeral—this positions his speech or writing as both
deeply emotional and lyrically beautiful. The reference taps into the Romantic
idealization of love and loss, and also aligns Sheridan with literary immortals
like Petrarch.
Lines
7–8:
Sweet,
as at dawn the love-lorn Serenade
That
wafts soft dreams to Slumber’s list’ning ear.
Again,
Coleridge praises the sweetness of Sheridan’s voice—this time likening it to a
serenade performed at dawn, suggesting a time of quiet intimacy. The phrase
“love-lorn” adds emotional depth, while “Slumber’s listening ear” creates a
dreamy, almost hypnotic image. Sheridan’s voice has the power to enchant and
soothe, conveying delicate emotional nuance.
Lines
9–10:
Now
patriot Rage and Indignation high
Swell
the full tones!
This
is a dramatic shift from softness to power. Coleridge admires how Sheridan’s
voice can change from lyrical sweetness to fierce political passion. “Patriot
Rage” and “Indignation” show his righteous anger against oppression or
injustice. This duality—tenderness and strength—marks Sheridan as a Romantic
hero, capable of both deep feeling and bold action.
Lines
11–12:
And
now thine eye-beams dance
Meanings
of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry!
Here,
Sheridan’s expressive eyes reflect his sharp wit and mocking humor. The phrase
“quaint revelry” suggests clever playfulness, while “scorn” hints at satirical
power. This portrays Sheridan as someone who entertains while criticizing,
using humor as a tool for social or political commentary—in line with his
reputation as a skilled playwright and speaker.
Lines
13–14:
Writhes
inly from the bosom-probing glance
Th’
Apostate by the brainless rout adores,
As
erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael’s sword.
Coleridge
ends with a powerful image. An Apostate (someone who betrays a cause or belief)
is inwardly tormented by Sheridan’s piercing gaze—a metaphor for his moral and
intellectual clarity. The crowd (referred to as “brainless rout”) may admire
this false figure, but Sheridan sees through the hypocrisy. Coleridge compares
this to Satan ("that elder Fiend") recoiling under the sword of the
Archangel Michael, a biblical allusion that emphasizes the righteous force of
Sheridan’s truth and judgment.
Themes:
Genius
and Inspiration: Sheridan’s talents are portrayed as a gift from a higher
power.
Romantic
Ideal of the Artist: Both emotionally sensitive and fiercely righteous.
Dual
Nature of Expression: Sheridan's voice and presence can be gentle or
thunderous, artistic or politically charged.
Truth
vs. Hypocrisy: Sheridan exposes falsehood with wit and moral authority.
Classical
and Romantic Fusion: Greek and biblical allusions blend with Romantic
admiration for emotion, nature, and moral power.
Tone
and Style:
The
tone is admiring, elevated, and passionate.
The
sonnet blends classical references, poetic imagery, and rhetorical intensity.
It
follows the Petrarchan sonnet form: octave (first 8 lines) introduces
admiration, sestet (last 6 lines) shows moral and political strength.
Paraphrase
Some
kind of spirit must have inspired you, Sheridan,
To
give your young mind such a rich and powerful imagination!
In a
moment of deep reflection, I envisioned you—
Wearing
a crown of flowers as lovely as those from Mount Hymettus in Greece.
Your
voice is so sweet, like the sorrowful music
That
once echoed through the glades of Vaucluse when Laura died.
It’s
just as sweet as a lover’s serenade at dawn,
Drifting
gently into the ears of someone still dreaming.
But
now your voice swells with passionate anger and patriotic fire!
And
your eyes sparkle with sharp wit and playful scorn.
When
you cast your piercing gaze, it reaches deep into the heart—
Causing
a false and treacherous person (praised foolishly by the ignorant crowd)
To
squirm in discomfort,
Just
like the fallen angel Satan did beneath the sword of Archangel Michael.

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