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" There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine. "
The Poetics of Disappointment: Wordsworth to Ashbery - Page 3
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Biographia Literaria; Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary ..., Volume 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Criticism - 1847 - 804 pages
...themselves ; — my fancy, and the love of nature, and the sense of beauty in forms and sounds.18 18 [For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to he still and patient, all I can ; The second advantage, which I owe to my early peAnd haply by abstruse...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: complete in one volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 607 pages
...seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth. Out oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My ihaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient,...
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The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 546 pages
...(huts, and foliage, not my own, seern'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : .Nur care 1 that they rob me of my mirth. But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My duping «pint of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, Bat lo be still and patienl,...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from ..., Volume 1

John Aikin - English poetry - 1850 - 760 pages
...happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth; Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth. But O ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination. For...
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Literary Reminiscences: Literary novitiate. Sir H. Davy; Mr. Godwin; Mrs ...

Thomas De Quincey - English literature - 1851
...his own soul ; burying himself in the profoundest abstractions, from life and human sensibilities. ' For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to...; And haply by abstruse research to steal, From my on>n nature, all the natural man : This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that which suits...
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Literary Reminiscences: Literary novitiate. Sir H. Davy; Mr. Godwin; Mrs ...

Thomas De Quincey - Authors, English - 1851
...his own soul ; burying himself in the profoundest abstractions, from life and human sensibilities. ' For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to...; And haply by abstruse research to steal, From my orcn nature, all the natural man : This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that which suits...
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The North British review

1851
...happiness : For hope grew 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 of my mirth, Bui, oh ! each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination....
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The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 546 pages
...hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seem'd mine. Bat DOW afflictions bow me down to earth : -Nor care I that...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. Tor not to think of what I needs must feel, Bat to be -nil and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse...
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THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

1853
...fruits^a3n^lojj&^ . I|ut now afHlctionjJboj^aie«4o^n to earth : ]STor1^TO:I"that they fob me of myTmrth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave...For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to bejstill and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal ^ From my own nature all...
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De Quincey's writings [ed. by J.T. Fields. 23 vols., comprising the final ...

Thomas De Quincey - 1853
...In the beautiful though unequal ode entitled Dejection, stanza six, occurs the following passage : ' For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to...; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my omn nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that, which suits...
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