...34.—This drooping gate. Bijou, this dragging gate. 1. 86.—tears take sunshine, etc. There was the time when, though my path was rough, This joy within...dreams of happiness ; For Hope grew round me like a twining vine, etc. —Coleridge, Dejection. 1. 37.—Life is but thought. A touch of C.'s philosophic...

...to realize, his own inadequacy. It was, in part, this that drove him into philosophic speculation. " There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...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 oh ! each visitation...

...from them. To make his point unmistakably clear, Coleridge echoes the first lines of Wordsworth's ode, There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. In hindsight, the now thoroughly dejected poet affirms that his former hope...

...was a time ", Wordsworth commences his Ode; and in a parallel Ode (Dejection) Coleridge echoes him: There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness. . . . " There was a time "; the time when the Mock Turtle was real, when the flowers in the rose-garden...

...light MP 74 the echoes] an Echo LI; the echoe 1817 proofs (corrected in the proofs to the echoes) VI. There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness: so For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine....

...ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light. 75 VI There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...happiness: For hope grew round me, like the twining vine, 80 And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor...

...to his imaginative powers, on the occasion of Wordsworth's seemingly triumphant union of them both. There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress . . . But now afflictions bow me down to earth: . . . each visitation Suspends what nature gave me...

...in an earlier time. But he does not say that he was simply younger then, nor that he was carefree: There was a time when, though my path was rough, This...the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness. (76-79) that protected him from the worst tlisheartenment. His troubles, however painful, lay more...

...how beautiful they are».83 Abatido por su enfriamiento y su incurable ennui romántico, recuerda que There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress.84 Pero ahora se le están agotando las fuerzas y ni la perspectiva de una visión conmovedora...

...as if I nothing bore! 230 Yes, dearest Sara! yes! There was a time when tho' my path was rough, The Joy within me dallied with Distress; And all Misfortunes...the Stuff Whence Fancy made me Dreams of Happiness: 235 For Hope grew round me, like the climbing Vine, And Leaves & Fruitage, not my own, seem'd mine!...