The Bijou

The Bijou;

or Annual of Literature and the Arts

compiled by William Fraser

London: William Pickering,


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Work Without Hope. Lines Composed on a Day in February
By S.T. Coleridge, Esq.
ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — 1
The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — 2

And WINTER slumbering in the open air, 3
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! 4
And I, the while, the sole unbusy thing, 5
Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. 6

Yet well I ken the banks where Amaranths blow, 7
Have traced the forest whence streams of nectar flow. 8
Bloom, O ye Amaranths! Bloom for whom ye may — 9
For me ye bloom not! Glide, rich streams, away! 10
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow, I stroll: 11
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul? 12
WORK WITHOUT HOPE draws nectar in a sieve, 13
And HOPE without an OBJECT cannot live. 14
from The Bijou, 1828, p. 28
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