ABSTRACT
Mr. Coleridge is a poet of the first class, as not only the present volume, but also some fine philosophical verses in Mr. Southey’s admirable poem of Joan of Arc amply testify. It is not to be disguised, however, that he is one of those young men, who, seduced into a blind and intemperate admiration of theoretic politics, forget the necessary discrimination between liberty and licentiousness. We mean not by this to meddle with political opinions; Mr. Coleridge may have better reasons for his compliment to Lord Stanhope than we are aware of. 1
