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                     Notes                                      We in ourselves rejoice!
                                                      And thence flows all that charms our ear or sight;
                                                          All melodies the echoes of that voice,
                                                          All colours suffusion from mat Light.
                                   Unlike Wordsworth, Coleridge was a victim of protracted spells? the darkest melancholy arising
                                   from a feeling of guilt and from the gnawing consciousness of the approaching demise of his
                                   always certain poetic inspiration. Coleridge was an opium addict living alternately in the Arabian
                                   Nights world of utter despair fast approaching with its monstrous jaws wide open. His Ode to
                                   Dejection is a soul-rending dirge on the death of his poetic talent. What distinguishes it as a poem
                                   of melancholy is its overwhelming sincerity.



                                     Notes  The Coleridge of KublaKhan, Christabel and The Ancient Mariner was dead and
                                           only a mental wreck remained behind.


                                   18.3  Shelley

                                   Shelley was, essentially, an optimistic dreamer. He was used to visualising and giving expression
                                   to the golden age which he believed was always round the corner. All of his long poems, like
                                   Queen Mab, Prometheus Unbound and The Revolt of Islam, are permeated with a remarkable
                                   spirit of optimism which makes light of all conceivable hurdles. Nowhere in them does he strike
                                   a note of pessimism, melancholy, or disillusioning scepticism. However, his lyrics are almost
                                   invariably melancholy in their predominant tone. Therein we find him always lamenting and
                                   complaining,
                                                                O world! O life! O time!
                                                              On whose last steps I climb.
                                                        Trembling at that where I had stood before;
                                                        When will return the glory of your prime?
                                                              No more—Oh, never morel
                                   And listen to the “lyric cry” in the following lines from Ode to the West Wind:
                                                           Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
                                                           I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
                                                      A heavy weight of hours has chain’d and bow’d-
                                                                  One too like thee:
                                                             tameless, and swift, and proud.
                                   According to Ian Jack “Shelley’s lyrics are the utterance of a solitary.” They, he further says, “are
                                   soliloquies, not dramatic monologues.” The longer poems and lyrics are reflections of the two
                                   opposite moods-the moods, respectively, of optimism and pessimism. According to Ian Jack, there
                                   is no basic contradiction between these two moods. “Shelley, “says this critic, “was optimistic
                                   about the future of the human race, pessimistic (almost always) about his own future as an
                                   individual.” Being the most directly personal of all his poems, his short lyrics are naturally the
                                   most melancholy. Religion has been described as what man makes of his solitude: the same
                                   description might he applied to Shelley’s lyrics. As Mary Shelley pointed out, “It is the nature of
                                   that poetry...which overflows from the soul oftener to express sorrow, and regret than joy; for it is
                                   when oppressed by the weight of life, and away from those he loves that the poet has recourse to
                                   the solace of expression in verse.”
                                   At times Shelley’s melancholy arises from objective observation rather than personal feelings. A
                                   good example is to be found in To a Skylark:

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