Above the only two lines of 'Ode on Napoleon'
Coleridge tacked a hoarding
Explaining how he'd been compelled to attempt it
Despite knowing that anger, hate,
'Vengeful spleen' and 'hoarse wailings'
Never a decent poem make.
He blames the abandonment of the ode
On an overhanging 'yew',
Meaning, the hated emperor,
One can assume,
Or, knowing the poet,
A drug Sam would often consume.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem