...vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Xor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitntion Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think...

...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 oum nature, all the natural man; This was my sole resource, my only plan ; Till that, which suits a...

...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 ; But O, each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination : For...

...so good English as reccus caspcs is good Latin. 2 Shaping, $c.] Compare Dejection : an Ode : — " What Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination." 3 Morning's feverous doze.'] Compare The Pains of Slrtp. Is this l piled earth our being's passless...

...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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination." And then follow the lines which De Quincey has quoted, which are imperfect and less emphatic without...

...round me, like the twining vine. And fruits and foliage not my own seemed mine. Hut now afflictions bow me down to earth, Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth ; Hut oh ! each visitation Suspends what Nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of imagination."...

...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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination." These are among the saddest and humblest words ever written. They are also profoundly true. Coleridge...

...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...me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination. [The Sixth and Seventh Stanzas omitted.] 0 wherefore did I let it haunt my mind This dark distressful...

...grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed 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, Bill to be still and patient, all l can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature...

...seemed um«s. But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care 1 that they rob me of my mirth, I!ut oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me...shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what 1 needs must feel, B;it to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal...