9 quotes
O lady! we receive but what we give
And in our life alone does Nature live.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars,
That give away their motion to the stars.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
Yon crescent Moon, as fix'd as if it grew
In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
Enveloping the earth.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
I see them all so excellently fair,
I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
A grief without a pang, void, dark and drear,
A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief,
Which finds no natural outlet, no relief
In word, or sigh, or tear.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud —
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.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)
Well! If the Bard was weatherwise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.
Dejection: An Ode (1802)