ABSTRACT
Mr. Coleridge, to whose former productions we have given impartial commendation, now attempts the flight of the Theban eagle, the great Pindar: but we are sorry to say that he too frequently mistakes bombast and obscurity, for sublimity. The poem certainly possesses some nervous lines; but in general we dare not applaud. We are displeased at finding such a number of affected phrases as a bowed mind—skirts of the departing year, which is rather a vulgar figure, notwithstanding the ‘blanket’ of Shakespeare may be brought forward to keep him in countenance.
