...bedimm'd, but always seen ; Yon crescent moon, that seems as if it grew In its own starless, cloudless lake of blue— I see them all, so excellently fair! I see, not feel, how beautiful they are." STC MS. Poem. SCHOLIUM. We have sufficiently distinguished the beautiful from the agreeable, by the...

...unhappiness, and opium had done their work, it was with a blank gaze that he regarded the beauties of nature. I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are I To Wordsworth, on the other hand, nature was a living, breathing, thinking being, distinct from himself,...

...Coleridge begins with the mighty features of nature — the winds, the clouds, and the Moon : " as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue." Again he dwells pathetically on the delight with which landscape beauty once inspired him. Still, it...

...the beauties of art, he turned a somewhat indifferent mind. He might have said with the poet — " I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are." Only with Count Casimir the word "care" might have been substituted instead of " feel." And yet he...

...vision. Coleridge's 'Dejection: an Ode' hinges on this severance between self and surrounding things: 'I see them all so excellently fair, / I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!' And Shelley's 'Stanzas Written in Dejection', by lamenting the absence of some other 'heart' to 'share...

...and the "thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, / That give away their motion to the stars . . . / I see them all so excellently fair, / I see, not feel, how beautiful they are!" The emotional opposite of such dejection is the joy of which Wordsworth and Coleridge so often speak....

...ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, (1. 1—2) 7 A grief without a pant, void, dark, and drear. (1. 21) 8 we have (1. 20-24) To a Snail 39 If "compression is the first grace of style (1. 37—38) 9 O Lady! we receive but what we give. And in our life alone does Nature live: (1. 47—48)...

...elements of nature; he can perceive, but he cannot receive: And still I gaze—and with how blank an eye! I see them all, so excellently fair; I see, not feel, how beautiful they are. (30: 37-8) Wordsworth, too, believed that joy was a necessary precondition of exercising the priestly...

...arousing the state of exultation or ecstasy, and their so-called "beauty" leaves the observer untouched: "I see them all so excellently fair, / I see, not feel, how beautiful they are! "("Dejection: An Ode," 11. 37-38). The double trafficking between "inner" and "outer" passion/power...

...away their emotion to the stars; Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue; 1 see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are! O Lady! we receive but...