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Dejection: An Ode Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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“All this long eve, so balmy and serene,
Have I been gazing on the western sky,
And its peculiar tint of yellow green:
And still I gaze—and with how blank an eye!
And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,
That give away their motion to the stars;
Those stars, that glide behind them or between,
Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen:
Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue;
I see them all so excellently fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“This was my sole resource, my only plan:

Till that which suits a part infects the whole,

And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“A new Earth and new Heaven.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“For lo! the New-moon winter-bright!
And overspread with phantom light,
(With swimming phantom light o'erspread
But rimmed and circled by a silver thread)
I see the old Moon in her lap, foretelling
The coming-on of rain and squally blast.
And oh! that even now the gust were swelling,
And the slant night-shower driving loud and fast!

Those sounds which oft have raised me, whilst they awed,
And sent my soul abroad,
Might now perhaps their wonted impulse give,
Might startle this dull pain, and make it move and live!”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“Hope grew round me.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“I may not hope from outward forms to win

The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode
“This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Dejection: An Ode