Dejection An Ode by S.T. Coleride in Tamil (Part 2) Paragraph 5- 8 / PG TRB / Bharath Raindran
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- Dejection An Ode by S.T. Coleride in Tamil (Part 2) Paragraph 5- 8 / PG TRB / Bharath Raindran
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O pure of heart! thou need'st not ask of me
What this strong music in the soul may be!
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Joy, virtuous Lady! Joy that ne'er was given,
Save to the pure, and in their purest hour,
Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower,
Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power,
Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower
A new Earth and new Heaven,
Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud-
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.
VI
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,
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 oh! each visitation
Suspends what nature gave me at my birth,
My shaping spirit of Imagination.
For not to think of what I needs must feel,
But to be still and patient, all I can;
And haply by abstruse research to steal
From my own nature all the natural man-
This was my sole resource, my only plan:
Till that which suits a part infects the whole,
And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
VII
Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind,
Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind,
Which long has raved unnoticed. What a scream
Of agony by torture lengthened out
That lute sent forth! Thou Wind, that rav'st without,
Bare crag, or mountain-tairn, or blasted tree,
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb,
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
Methinks were fitter instruments for thee,
Mad Lutanist! who in this month of showers,
Of dark-brown gardens, and of peeping flowers,
Mak'st Devils' yule, with worse than wintry song,
The blossoms, buds, and timorous leaves among.
Thou Actor, perfect in all tragic sounds!
Thou mighty Poet, e'en to frenzy bold!
What tell'st thou now about?
'Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
With groans, of trampled men, with smarting wounds-
At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold!
But hush! there is a pause of deepest silence!
And all that noise, as of a rushing crowd,
With groans, and tremulous shudderings-all is over-
It tells another tale, with sounds less deep and loud!
A tale of less affright,
And tempered with delight,
As Otway's self had framed the tender lay,-
'Tis of a little child
Upon a lonesome wild,
Nor far from home, but she hath lost her way:
And now moans low in bitter grief and fear,
And now screams loud, and hopes to make her mother hear.
VIII
'Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep:
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
With light heart may she rise,
Gay fancy, cheerful eyes,
Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
O simple spirit, guided from above,
Dear Lady! friend devoutest of my choice,
Thus mayest thou ever, evermore rejoice.
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I have one doubt sir, Coleridge wife sara hutchinson or sara fricker?
Sir I have a doupt.. I think Sara Hutchinson not his wife..his beloved.. Coleridge's wife name Sara fricker.... For whom Coleridge dedicated this ode..his wife or beloved.. 🙏
Coleridge was attached to Mary Evans. He made a passionate appeal to her for marriage. But she was prepared to offer only sisterly affection. Coleridge and Robert Southey decided that twelve gentlemen of good education and liberal principles would marry twelve ladies and migrate to somewhere in america. They proposed to work for two hours a day for their living and devoted their rest of the time in literary pursuit. In his enthusiasm Coleridge married Sarah Fricker, the sister of Southey's fiancee.Sarah was not a suitable partner for him. Coleridge requested Southey to allow him to break off the marriage. But Southey out of regards for his future sister-in-law asked Coleridge to abide by his word. Coleridge kept his word.
Wordsworth stayed at a farm with the family of Mary Hutchinson, his future wife. Coleridge went to meet them. There she met Sara Hutchinson, Mary's sister and fell in love with her. But since he held the sanctity of his marriage with Sarah Fricker inviolable and could not even think of divorcing her, his passion for Sara Hutchinson added to his misery. It is said that if he could marry Sara Hutchinson Coleridge's life would have been happier, securer and more fruitful.
@@BHARATHACADEMYRAVINDRAN Coleridge is man of strength in mind.. but Coleridge's drug addiction totally changed his personal life also sir.. I feel the name SARA lead the main role in his entire life sir..
Wife, Sara fricker
Beloved, Sara Hutchinson
Daughter, Sara Coleridge🙂
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