...dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff But now afflictions bow me to the earth, Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But...Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping power of imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel. But to be still and patient, all...

...twining vine, And fruit and foliage not my own seemed mine. i I i i But now afflictions bow me to the earth, Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But...Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth. My shaping power of imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel. But to be still and patient, all...

...round me. like the climbing vine, And fruit, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I, that they rob me of my mirth, Rut oh ! each visitation Susjwnds what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination....

...me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth. My shaping power of imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to seal From my own nature...

...round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me...Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature...

...round me, like the climbing Vine, And Leaves and Fruitage, not my own, seem'd mine! But now Ill-tidings bow me down to Earth — Nor care I, that they rob me of my Mirth; But O! each Visitation 240 Suspends, what Nature gave me at my Birth, My shaping Spirit of Imagination...

...me, like the twining vine, 80 And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient,...

...rough, This joy within me dallied with distress . . . But now afflictions bow me down to earth: . . . each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. (82-86) Very possibly it was Coleridge's publishing of "Dejection" at this cruel juncture that determined...

...anachronistic emotion, and yet discouraged by the benumbing effect of self-discipline: But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me...Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature...

...be a theorist at the same time. The poem is plagued by "viper thoughts, that coil around my mind": they rob me of my mirth; But oh! each visitation Suspends...Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature...