Samuel Taylor Coleridge's autobiographical identification with The Rime of the Ancient Mariner increased between 1798 (when it was published in the Lyrical Ballads) and 1817 (when it was first published with Coleridge named as author, in Sibylline Leaves). This is an entry in Coleridge's notebook written in 1805, when a troubled Coleridge was himself far from his own countree - in Malta.It is a most instructive part of my Life the fact, that I have been always preyed on by some Dread, and perhaps all my faulty actions have been the consequence of some Dread or other on my mind / from fear of Pain, or Shame, not from prospect of Pleasure / - so in my childhood & Boyhood the horror of being detected with a sorehead; afterwards imaginary fears of having the Itch in my Blood - / then a short-lived Fit of Fears from sex - then horror of DUNS, & a state of struggling with madness from an incapability of hoping that I should be able to marry Mary Evans (and this strange passion of fervent tho' wholly imaginative and imaginary Love uncombinable by my utmost efforts with (any regular) Hope - / possibly from deficiency of bodily feeling, of tactual ideas connected with the image) had all the effects of direct Fear, & I have lain for hours together awake at night, groaning & praying - Then came that stormy time / and for a few months America really inspired Hope, & I became an exalted Being - then came Rob. Southey's alienation / my marriage - constant dread in my mind respecting Mrs Coleridge's Temper, &c - and finally stimulants in the fear & prevention of violent Bowel-attacks from mental agitation / then (almost epileptic) night-horrors in my sleep / & since then every error I have committed, has been the immediate effect of the Dread of these bad most shocking Dreams - any thing to prevent them / - all this interwoven with its minor consequences, that fill up the interspaces - the cherry juice running in between the cherries in a cherry pie / procrastination in dread of this - & something else in consequence of that procrast. &c / - and from the same cause the least languor expressed in a Letter from S.H. drives me wild / & it is most unfortunate that I so fearfully despondent should have concentered my soul thus on one almost as feeble in Hope as myself. 11 Jan. 1805.
Text source: Notebooks, ed. Kathleen Coburn, 3 vols. (London: Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1957-1973), ii.2398,
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