54a ALEXANDER THOMSON, The British Parnassus at the Close of the Eighteenth Century, 1801

There is coleridge, whose flights no restriction can fetter, Who has peopled the whole of his Old Navigator* With extravagant shapes, both of Horror and Fear, But for what end collected, is not quite so clear: His too are perhaps those eccentric designs, Where whimsical fancy with Ridicule joins; Like the comfortless state of bewitch’d harry gill†

When with ten waistcoats cover’d, his teeth chatter’d still.