Dejection: An Ode

by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The famous poem Dejection An Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Genres: Poetry, Classics, Romanticism, British Literature

6 pages, Kindle Edition

First published April 1, 1988

About the author

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was an English poet, critic, and philosopher who was, along with his friend William Wordsworth, one of the founders of the Romantic Movement in England and one of the Lake Poets. He is probably best known for his poems The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Kubla Khan, as well as his major prose work Biographia Literaria.

Reviews

[Benni Zev · Rating 4 out of 5]

"A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear // A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief // Which find no natural outlet, no relief // In word, or sigh, or tear."
A really wonderful poem, to me quite reminiscent of 'Frost at midnight'; a person muses on life as the weather lives outside the window. It is beautiful, despairing in a very small way, almost depressed with the lack of wind, and as the wind picks up so does passion. There is bittersweetness, true sadness, and lucidity; when Coleridge talks of joy, and rejoicing one feels the conflicting strains of love and despair so emphatically. A beautiful poem.

[Joy Chalaby · Rating 4 out of 5]

Such a moving poem.

[Andy Hickman · Rating 4 out of 5]

Dejection: An Ode
Some cool lines.
“VIII
‘Tis midnight, but small thoughts have I of sleep;
Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep!” ****

[Viv · Rating 4 out of 5]

coleridge has a thing for girls named sara

[someone · Rating 5 out of 5]

damn

[Elizabeth Layman · Rating 4 out of 5]

A classic!

[abby murrill · Rating 4 out of 5]

bro, like what is there wasn’t any wind

[Mia · Rating 5 out of 5]

We in ourselves rejoice!

Nature might be an amplifier of happy emotions, but humans truly feel happy only ehen psychologically, from within, they're happy first. Moving wonders of nature although are happy sights, they would trivial and meaningless who can't find joy in their hearts. A worse condition than being sad, is having no feeling at all. That's what Coleridge's feeling dejected about, his inability to feel, his loosing poetic talent and inspiration, his opium addiction, his unattainable lover.

Beautiful poem.

And now is almost grown the habit of my soul [to remain stoic]

[Jaane · Rating 4 out of 5]

; _ ;

[Ligia · Rating 5 out of 5]

sexy

[Izzie Flynn · Rating 4 out of 5]

Truly marvellous.