Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Mary Howitt to Anna Botham, 4 August 1824; An Autobiography (1889) 1:242-43.

This line of Wordsworth's reminds me of the death of Coleridge. It is not an untimely death. He has been like a shock of corn full ripe; nevertheless, I mourn his departure. It is like the breaking up of that old brotherhood of great poets, who have made poetry honourable, and been like stars in literature. Wordsworth one naturally looks for next. Their latter days have been clouded by looking forward to expected evil. The aspect of things is naturally gloomy enough, both to Southey and Wordsworth. I wish they could take a hopeful view of the changes that are progressing, for one likes not that such fine spirits should be darkened in their closing years, for they have brightened many hearts, and, strangely enough, helped, though they cannot see it, to bring about the revolutions that are now coming upon society.