From October, 1781, to October, 1782. After the death of my father, we of course changed houses, and I remained with my mother till the spring of 1782, and was a day-scholar to Parson Warren, my father’s successor. He was not very deep, I believe; and I used to delight my mother by relating little […]
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October 16, 1797 to Thomas Poole
Dear Poole, From October, 1779, to October, 1781. I had asked my mother one evening to cut my cheese entire, so that I might toast it. This was no easy matter, it being a crumbly cheese. My mother, however, did it. I went into the garden, for something or other, and in the mean time my […]
October 9, 1797 to Thomas Poole
My dearest Poole, From March to October-a long silence! But [as] it is possible that I may have been preparing materials for future letters, the time cannot be considered as altogether subtracted from you. From October, 1775, to October, 1778. These three years I continued at the Reading School, because I was too little to […]
March 1797 to Thomas Poole
Sunday, March, 1797 My dear Poole, — My father (Vicar of, and Schoolmaster at, Ottery St. Mary, Devon) was a profound mathematician, and well versed in the Latin, Greek, and Oriental Languages. He published, or rather attempted to publish, several works: 1st, Miscellaneous Dissertations arising from the 17th and 18th Chapters of the Book of […]
February 1797 to Thomas Poole.
In his mid-twenties, Coleridge wrote this group of five letters to a friend, exploring his past as a source of insight into his character and temperament. Monday, February, 1797 My dear Poole, I could inform the dullest author of how he might write an interesting book. Let him relate the events of his own life with […]