Samuel Taylor "Estese" Coleridge (1772-1834)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge was born in Ottery St. Mary on 21 October 1772,
youngest of the ten children of John Coleridge, a minister, and Ann Bowden
Coleridge. He was often bullied as a child by Frank, the next youngest,
and his mother was apparently a bit distant, so it was no surprise when
Col1 ran away at age seven. He was found early the next
morning by a neighbor, but the events of his night outdoors frequently
showed up in imagery in his poems (and his nightmares) as well as the
notebooks he kept for most of his adult life. John Coleridge died in 1781,
and Col was sent away to a London charity school for children of the
clergy. He stayed with his maternal uncle2. Col was
really quite a prodigy; he devoured books and eventually earned first place
in his class.
His brother Luke died in 1790 and his only sister Ann in 1791, inspiring
Col to write "Monody," one of his first poems, in which he likens himself
to Thomas Chatterton3. Col was very ill around this time
and probably took laudanum for the illness, thus beginning his lifelong
opium addiction. He went to Cambridge in 1791, poor in spite of some
scholarships, and rapidly worked himself into debt with opium, alcohol, and
women. He had started to hope for poetic fame, but by 1793, he owed about
£150 and was desperate. So he joined the army.
His family was irate when they finally found out. He'd used the improbable
name of Silas Tomkyn Comberbache and had escaped being sent to fight in
France because he could only barely ride a horse. His brother George
finally arranged his discharge by reason of insanity and got him back to
Cambridge. It was there that he met Robert Southey, and they became
instant friends. Both political radicals4, they began
planning Pantisocracy, their own socio-political movement5.
Robert was already engaged to a woman named Edith Fricker, and introduced
Col to her sister Sara. Within a few weeks, Col was willing to marry Sara,
which he did in October of 1795. Robert and Col had started arguing over
Pantisocracy, and finally Robert agreed to his family's wish that he become
a lawyer instead of emigrating. Robert's best gift to posterity was the
fact that he introduced Col to William Wordsworth. It was Col's misfortune
that he met Sara6 Hutchinson through William, who would
eventually marry Sara H.'s sister. Col fell in love with this Sara almost
immediately, putting an extra strain on an already iffy marriage.
With his marriage, Col tried very hard to become
responsible7. He scraped together a fairly respectable
income of £120 per year, through tutoring and gifts from his
admirers8. His Poems, published in 1797, was
well-received and it looked like he was on the fast track to fame. He
already had one son, David Hartley Coleridge, born September 1796, followed
by Berkeley Coleridge in May 17989. In 1798, the famous
Lyrical Ballads was published, the collaboration between Col and
William which pretty much created the Romantic movement. The authors
didn't realize this at the time, of course; they went to Germany with
William's sister Dorothy. Col's son Berkeley died while he was away; the
baby had been given the brand-new smallpox vaccination and died of a
reaction to it. Col, as was typical of him, returned home slowly so as not
to have to deal openly with Berkeley's death, and got little work done.
After a string of illnesses brought on by the damp climate of the Lake
Country, Col turned to newspaper work in 1801 to try and recover
financially. He was convinced he would die soon, and insured his life
shortly after the birth of his daughter Sara10 in 1802. In
1804, he left for Malta in hopes of a cure from the warm climate. Here, he
spied a bit for his majesty11, who wanted Malta as a
British port, though officially Col was the temporary Public Secretary.
Col had also hoped for a release from his addiction, but this was not to
be. He returned to England in 1806, and, plucking up his courage, asked
for a legal separation from his wife. Though Sara was furious, the
separation happened. Col's paranoia and mood swings, brought on by the
continual opium use, were getting worse, and he was hardly capable of
sustained work12. His friendship with William was all but
nonexistent, and Col was again writing newspaper articles to earn a living,
further supplemented by various lecture courses13. Most
of his remaining work was non-fiction, except for a play or two, and
included such works as Biographia Literaria(1817), a work on nearly
He was still haunted by his failure to break free from opium, however, and
to this end he moved into the house of an apothecary named James Gillman,
asking Gillman to help cut back his opium dose. Like all addicts, though,
Col quickly had an alternate supply arranged. Col had apparently separated
from his children as well; his friends and relatives had to take up a
collection to send Hartley to school, and at one point, he went 8 years
without seeing his children15. His London friends, though,
loved his conversational skills and continually sought him out. His
nephew, Henry Nelson Coleridge16, published a collection of
Col's conversation called Table Talk, and Col himself was not only
publishing new works, like Aids to Reflection(1825), but was
reprinting the old in hopes of finally making a real financial contribution
to his family. By 1830, the reviews of his work were becoming more and
more positive, and he was generally hailed as the finest critic of his
day17. He still couldn't reach financial security,
however; a government reorganization lost him his pension from the Royal
Society of Literature, his one remaining reliable source of income. He
died, surprisingly peacefully, on 25 July 1834, leaving only books and
Though he's really only known today for his poetry, Col's contributions to
the field of criticism and our language were many. For instance, he not
only coined the word 'selfless,' he introduced the word 'aesthetic' to the
English language. Charles Lamb wrote one of my favorite descriptions of
Col in 1817: "his face when he repeats his verses hath its ancient glory,
an Arch angel a little damaged." Cole summed himself up this way, in the
epitaph he wrote for himself:
Beneath this sod
A Poet lies;
or that which once was he.
O lift one thought in prayer for
That he, who many a year with toil of breath,
Found Death in
Life, may here find Life in Death.
Ashton, Rosemary. The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Cambridge,
MA: Blackwell Publishers Inc., 1996.
Holmes, Richard. Coleridge: Early Visions. New York: Penguin
- As near as I can tell, no one but his wife ever called him Samuel;
he was usually Coleridge or Col, and definitely NEVER Sam. He often signed
his works S.T.C. or Estese.
- Uncle John used to take his 10-year-old nephew to the taverns,
where Col would join in the barroom debates while his uncle got drunk. Col
loved it. Everyone called him a prodigy.
- Thomas was the original Romantic poet, living in a garret and
continually on the verge of starvation as he struggled to write and make a
name for himself. He killed himself when he was only 17 years old.
- They and other radical young men of the time (that is, most of the
young men of the time) often toasted the King: "May he be the last."
- It was a utopia sort of thing, a group of young people living in
America, communal style. See also Wordsworth.
- I know it's confusing having all these Saras around, but it'll get
- It didn't quite work.
- Yes, he already had admirers (he published his first book of
poetry in 1796). In 1798, the Wedgwoods, sons of the famous maker of fine
china, also gave him an annuity. For some reason, nearly everyone Col knew
was always more than willing to give him money.
- Col named these two sons after his favorite philosophers; his
third son, born September 1800, was named Derwent, after the river near
their house. Robert wondered, "Why will he give his children such
heathenish names? Did he dip him in the river and baptize him in the name
of the Stream God?"
- William and Robert also were turning away from his radical ways,
leading future luminaries like Keats and Shelley to
call them fickle, and worse.
- The famous episode involving "Kublai Khan," which he probably wrote
around 1797, where Col was unable to finish the poem because he was
interrupted by a "person from Porlock" who wouldn't leave, is probably not
true. Most likely, Col just couldn't keep his concentration.
- The lectures were apparently quite good, though they were mostly
lost. No one took good notes on the first set, and the man Robert hired to
record the next set, Payne Collier, was later famous as a literary forger,
so his notes were taken with a grain of salt.
- I'm not kidding. He was very well-read, and this work included
every subject he'd ever thought about seriously. The literary criticism
section really made his name as a critic. He even dared to criticize
William's work, which William hated even though Col was both fair and
- Young Sara, of course, knew him least, but she was much like him in
intelligence and temperament, unfortunately. She also became an opium
- Henry fell in love with Col's daughter and married her, even though
they were first cousins.
- And he was also being hailed along with William as one of the two
finest poets of the day, in spite of the extreme popularity of Sir Walter
incompetech's 19 'most' music....