...all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural Man — This my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my Soul." Sadder lines than these were never perhaps written by any poet in description of his own feelings....

...I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to seal From my own nature all the natural man ;— This was...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul." He lacked self-help,—needed, as Mrs. Oliphant said, " to weave himself iii with some more steady,...

...needs must feel. But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to seal Prom my own nature all the natural man ;— This was my...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul." He lacked self-help,—needed, as Mrs. Oliphant said, " to weave himself in with some more steady,...

...— ' 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...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.' " Considering the exquisite quality of some poems which Coleridge has composed, nobody can grieve (or...

...1796). 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...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul. Dejection: an Ode lines 87-93: PW (EHC) i 367. Cf also CL iv 893. 5 Until 1800-2, when he was twenty-eight...

...paralysis ("and still I gaze — and with how blank an eye" [30]) becomes a function of psychic infection: "that which suits a part infects the whole, / And now is almost grown the habit of my soul" (92-93; italics mine). 8. So too, at times, even Coleridge: "all must have observed in common life,...

...poetry: 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...whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul. (PW, i, p. 367, lines 87-93) What is it that the speaker can't help feeling but mustn't think about?...

...the 1817 proofs) 87 think . . . feel] the two verbs underscored in L2 89 And] interlined above <Or> H Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul. vn. Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, 95 Reality's dark dream! I turn from you, and...

...literary pleasure. So Coleridge, in "Dejection," speaks of being taken over by his analytic temper: "Till that which suits a part infects the whole,/ And now is almost grown the habit of my soul" (92-3). To this point, I think, much of academic literary criticism has now come. But it need not stay...

...all the natural man — This w as my sole resource, my onh plan: Till that which snits a part infests the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul. ~ The connection between 'abstruse research' and the failure of poetic power is stated with such conviction...