His first wife, Harriet Westbrook, and Mary Shelley's half sister, Fanny Inlay, had committed suicide; the courts had taken from him the custody of his two children by Harriet; friends had turned against him; his poetry was neglected by the public and condemned by the critics, and he was plagued by financial and personal problems. The Wild Swans at Coole. In other words, everything seen through joy appears very beautiful and attractive. The trimming of the poem allows for Coleridge to emphasize the most important poetic aspects of the original and to create a separation of the form from the subject area which allows for a strong incongruity not in the original. This ring is compared to a silver thread.
Shelley describes seeing down to the very floor of the water beneath those waves, to a place where the seaweed is a mix of green and purple. And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel how beautiful they are! Why are you so into this storm? As is suggested by its very title, Coleridge wrote this ode in a mood of dejection and despair. The voice of the city is as velvety soft as solitude itself. To tell of this, Coleridge addresses Sara Hutchinson O Lady! This joy abides in a pure soul. A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— O Lady! It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. . Blue islands and snow-topped mountains look purple in the midday light.
It is a deeply personal and autobiographical poem and depicts his mental state at the time. Naples in winter offers a pleasantly warm climate. External sights are illuminated by the light which can flow from the joy in our hearts, and external sounds can acquire a melody only from the joy that must flow from our hearts. Nature by itself cannot provide any relief to the aggrieved heart. The last line even goes so far as to convey the romantic notion that being in nature is superior and more beneficial than to be in the city. Sometimes it screams and sometimes moans trying to make itself heard by its mother. O simple spirit, guided from above, Dear Lady! The poem continues with the narrator hoping that the woman he desires can be happy: Joy, Lady! Describe the physical location of the dramatic moment.
Arnold, one supposes, was such another. Since the moon, an object far away in the heavens, controls the ocean, the sea cannot be free as the speaker asserts. The end of the explication should focus on sound effects or visual patterns as the final element of asserting an explanation. His talent for poetry was drying up and he was becoming more and more of a philosopher. His imagination does not get stirred or inspired.
In the absence of this joy, the floating clouds in the blue sky and the crescent moon will have no life or colour. Her soul may be kindled with joy and thus she may enjoy looking at all earthly objects. But now he turns his attention to that. It has been twisted and infected by philosophy and metaphysics. But now afflictions bow me down to earth: Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth; But oh! Dismissing the depressing thoughts, he turns his attention to the various shrieking, groaning, fearful sounds that the raging storm is producing. The face that we enjoy the privilege of knowing the ending and that the ending is nothing at all like the one the poet feared only serves to intensify the emotional wallop.
Anyway, he complains that he no longer sees any leopards there, and laments the now-extinct witches and centaurs see the Byzantium stuff for more on the loss of yesteryear's beauty. Others I see whom these surround— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. This is to be continually noted as he goes on to describe his emotions and miserable situation. The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished; I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun. Through these lines, the poet also portrays his own philosophy of Nature. Written by Timothy Sexton The title of this poem really tells you everything you need to know about the subject. It is our mood which serves as its shroud or coffin.
His joy is gone and the power of his creative imagination has greatly declined. The grief is void or empty, that is, it does not arouse the poetic feeling in any way. This source of their paralysis was Coleridge's feelings for Hutchinson and problems dealing with his marriage. He sees but cannot feel. Good luck in your poetry interpretation practice! While it would be easy enough to imagine a poet writing of dejection and despair while standing in the midst of a cold, snowy British December, there is a certain level of irony to those same feelings being expressed in what many readers would view as paradise.
Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. The previous September, just a few months earlier, Clara—his baby daughter with Mary Shelley—had died. In his poem, Stanzas Written in Dejection, Percy Shelley mellifluously describes the hardships and emotions that he had been suffering with at that point in his life. Nature does not offer him any consolation for his loss of joy. It is glowing in a majestic manner.
Symbolically this means that the stars may pour into her ears the divine music. I see the Deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple seaweed strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! He wishes that stars may rise in the morning fresh and cheerful. It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within. Other causes undoubtedly contributed to Shelley's death-wish at Naples. The present grief has become a part of this life and he will have to bear it calmly and quietly.
Some might mourn his death just as he will regret the departure of this beautiful day to which his melancholy is in contrast. We are thankful of their contributions and encourage you to make your own. These lines contain the saddest thought ever written by the poet. Basic terms for talking about meter Meter from the Greek metron, meaning measure refers principally to the recurrence of regular beats in a poetic line. They are all very beautiful, but the poet does not feel their beauty or charm. Although not thought highly of at the time, Shelly is likely one of the most brilliant and incredible poets of his time. It is our own imagination which adores richly or serves as it wedding garment.