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So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, How oft, pursuing fancies holy, Have glimpses that would make me less | My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I forlorn;

wound, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Inspired beyond the guess of folly, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. By each rude shape and wild unconquer

able sound!

O ye loud Waves! and Oye Forests high!15 TO TOUSSAINT L'OUVERTURE

And 0 ye Clouds that far above me

soared! Toussaint, the most unhappy man of men!

Thou rising Sun! thou blue rejoicing Sky! Whether the whistling rustic tend his

Yea, every thing that is and will be plough

free! Within thy hearing, or thy head be now

Bear witness for me, wheresoe'er ye be, Pillowed in some deep dungeon's earless

With what deep worship I have still den;


20 O miserable Chieftain! where and when 5

The spirit of divinest Liberty. Wilt thou find patience? Yet die not! do

thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow: Though fallen thyself, never to rise again,

When France in wrath her giant-limbs upLive, and take comfort. Thou hast left

reared, behind

And with that oath which smote air, Powers that will work for thee, air, earth,

earth and sea, and skies:


Stamped her strong foot and said she There's not a breathing of the common

would be free, wind

Bear witness for me, how I hoped and That will forget thee; thou hast great

feared! allies;

| With what a joy my lofty gratulation Thy friends are exultations, agonies,

Unawed I sang, amid a slavish band: And love, and man's unconquerable mind.

And when to whelm the disenchanted

nation, SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Like fiends embattled by a wizard's (1772–1834)


The Monarchs marched in evil day, 30 FRANCE: AN ODE

And Britain joined the dire array; Though dear her shores and circling

ocean, Ye Clouds! that far above me float and Though many friendships, many youthful pause,

loves Whose pathless march no mortal may Had swoln the patriot emotion control!

And Aung a magic light o'er all her hills Ye Ocean Waves! that, whereso'er ye and groves;

35 roll,

| Yet still my voice, unaltered, sang defeat Yield homage only to eternal laws!

To all that braved the tyrant-quelling Ye Woods! that listen to the night-bird's lance, singing,

5 And shame too long delayed and vain Midway the smooth and perilous slope retreat! reclined,

For ne'er, O Liberty! with partial aim Save when your own imperious branches I dimmed thy light or damped thy holy swinging,


40 Have made a solemn music of the wind! | But blessed the pæans of delivered Where, like a man beloved of God,

France, Through glooms, which never woodman And hung my head and wept at Britain's trod,




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With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that

I cherished ** And what,” I said, “though Blasphemy's

One thought that ever blessed your cruel loud scream

foes! With that sweet music of deliverance

To scatter rage and traitorous guilt strove!

Where Peace her jealous home had built; Though all the fierce and drunken

A patriot-race to disinherit passions wove

45 A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's

Of all that made their stormy wilds so

dear; dream!

75 Ye storms, that round the dawning

And with inexpiable spirit

To taint the bloodless freedom of the east assembled,

his mountaineerThe Sun was rising, though ye hid his

O France, that mockest Heaven, adullight!” N

terous, blind, And when to soothe my soul, that hoped

ow that hoped ter outro

And patriot only in pernicious toils! and trembled,

Are these thy boasts, Champion of The dissonance ceased, and all seemed

human kind? calm and bright; When France her front deep-scarred

To mix with Kings in the low lust of

sway, and gory Concealed with clustering wreaths of

Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous glory;


To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils When, insupportably advancing,

From freemen torn; to tempt and to Her arm made mockery of the warrior's

betray? ramp; While timid looks of fury glancing, 55 Domestic treason, crushed beneath her

The Sensual and the Dark rebel in fatal stamp,

· vain, Writhed like a wounded dragon in his

Slaves by their own compulsion! In gore;

mad game Then I reproached my fears that would

They burst their manacles and wear the not flee;

name “And soon,” I said, "shall Wisdom teach her lore

Of Freedom, graven on a heavier

chain! In the low huts of them that toil and

O Liberty! with profitless endeavor groan;


Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour; And, conquering by her happiness alone,

But thou nor swell'st the victor's Shall France compel the nations to

strain, nor ever

91 be free,

Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human Till Love and Joy look round, and call

power. the earth their own.”

Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee, (Nor prayer, nor boastful name de

lays thee) Forgive me, Freedom! Oh forgive those Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions, 95 dreams!

And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves, I hear thy voice, I hear thy loud lament, Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns The guide of homeless winds, and playsent

mate of the waves! I hear thy groans upon her blood-stained And there I felt thee!—on that sea-cliff's streams!

verge, Heroes, that for your peaceful country | Whose pines, scarce travelled by the perished,

breeze above,

100 And ye, that fleeing, spot your mountain Had made one murmur with the distant snows





Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: bare,

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from And shot my being through earth, sea, and far air,

Ancestral voices prophesying war! 30 Possessing all things with intensest love, O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there. 105 The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure KUBLA KHAN: OR, A VISION IN A From the fountain and the caves. DREAM

It was a miracle of rare device,

A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of A FRAGMENT

ice! In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree:

A damsel with a dulcimer Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

In a vision once I saw: Through caverns measureless to man

It was an Abyssinian maid, Down to a sunless sea.

And on her dulcimer she played, 40

Singing of Mount Abora. So twice five miles of fertile ground

Could I revive within me With walls and towers were girdled round: Her symphony and song, And there were gardens bright with To such a deep delight 'twould win

sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing That with music loud and long, 45 tree;

I would build that dome in air, And here were forests ancient as the hills, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. II And all who heard should see them there,

And all should cry, Beware! Beware! But oh! that deep romantic chasm which His flashing eyes, his floating hair! 50 slanted

Weave a circle round him thrice, Down the green hill athwart a cedarn And close your eyes with holy dread, cover!

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
A savage place! as holy and enchanted And drunk the milk of Paradise.
As e'er beneath a waning moon was

haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT And from this chasm, with ceaseless

MARINER turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were

IN SEVEN PARTS breathing,

Part I
A mighty fountain momently was forced: 1
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst It is an ancient Mariner,
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding And he stoppeth

Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's “By thy lóng gray, beard

and glittering eye, And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and Now wherefore stopp'st ever

thou me? It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy mo- | “The Bridegroom's doors

25 are opened wide, 5 Through wood and dale the sacred river And I am next of kin; ran,

The guests are met, the Then reached the caverns measureless to feast is set: man,

| May'st hear the merry din.”


An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.



He holds him with his The wedding-guest he beat
skinny hand,

his breast,
“There was a ship,” quoth | Yet he cannot choose but

10 hear;
“Hold off! unhand me, | And thus spake on that
graybeard loon!”

ancient man,
Eftsoons his hand dropt he. The bright-eyed Mariner:

a storm toward tbe

his tale.

The Weddings
Guest " is spell. He holds him with his

| “And now the storm-blast The ship driven by bound by the eye glittering eye

came, and he

41 south pole. of the old seafaring man, and con The wedding-guest stood

| Was tyrannous and strong:

He struck with his o'ertak-
And listens like a three

ing wings,
years' child:


And chased us south along.
The Mariner hath his will.

“With sloping masts and
dipping prow,

The wedding-guest sat on As who pursued with yell
a stone:

and blow
He cannot choose but hear; Still treads the shadow of
And thus spake on that his foe,
ancient man,

And forward bends his head,
The bright-eyed Mariner. 20 | The ship drove fast, loud

roared the blast,
“The ship was cheered. And southward aye we
the harbor cleared,


50 Merrily did we drop

| “And now there came both Below the kirk, below the

mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold;
Below the lighthouse top.

And ice, mast-high, came

floating by, The Mariner tells “The sun came up upon | As green as emerald; the left,

25 weather tillit Out of the sea came he! “And through the drifts the The land of it

And he shone bright, and snowy clifts
on the right
Did send a dismal sheen:

be seen.
Went down into the sea. | Nor shapes of men nor

beasts we ken-
“Higher and higher every

The ice was all between.
Till over the mast at

“The ice was here, the ice

was there, noon,”


| The ice was all around: 60 The wedding-guest here |

| It cracked and growled,
beat his breast,

and roared and howled,
For he heard the loud

Like noises in a swound!

“At length did cross an till a great sea. The Wedding. The bride hath paced into | Albatross: Guest heareth the bridal music; but the hall,

Thorough the fog it came: through the snow Red as a rose is she; As if it had been a Christian ceived with great Nodding their heads be soul,

fore her goes 35 | We hailed it in God's The merry minstrelsy.


how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair

reached the Line.

The land of ice, and of fearful sounds where no living thing was to

bird, called Albatross,

the came

fog, and was re

the Mariner continueth his tale.

joy and hospital



“It ate the food it ne'er For all averred, I had
had eat,

killed the bird
And round and round it That made the breeze to

The ice did split with a Ah wretch! said they, the

bird to slay
The helmsman steered us That made the breeze to


blow! And lo! the Alba. tross proveth a "And a good south wind “Nor dim nor red, like But when the for bird of good omen, sprung up behind;

1 and followeth the

cleared God's own head,

off, they

justify the same, ship as it returned The Albatross did follow, The glorious sun uprist:

and thus make northward through

themselves accomfog and

And every day, for food or floating

Then all averred, I had plices in the crime. ice. play,

killed the bird Came to the mariners'

That brought the fog and hollo!

mist. "In mist or cloud, on mast

'Twas right, said they, such

birds to slay, or shroud,

75 It perched for vespers nine;

That bring the fog and mist. Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke | “The fair breeze blew, the The, fair breeze

continues; the ship white,

white foam flew,

enters the Pacific

Ocean, and sails Glimmered the white moon The furrow followed free:

northward, even

till it reaches the We were the first that ever shine.”


105 “God save thee, ancient Into that silent sea. The ancient Mariner in hospitably killeth the pious From the fiends, that plague “Down dropt the breeze, The ship hath been bird of good omen. thee thus ! 80

suddenly becalmed.

the sails dropt down, su Why look'st thou so?”—

'Twas sad as sad could be;
“With my cross-bow

And we did speak only to
I shot the Albatross!”


The silence of the sea! 110
“The sun now rose upon | “All in a hot and copper
the right:

Out of the sea came he,

The bloody sun, at noon,
Still hid in mist, and on the Right up above the mast

85 did stand,
Went down into the sea. No bigger than the moon.


and we dias sad et down the ship

“And the good south wind
still blew behind,

“Day after day, day after
But no sweet bird did



We stuck, nor breath nor
Nor any day, for food or


As idle as a painted ship
Came to the mariners'

Upon a painted ocean.
“Water, water, everywhere, and the Albatross

begins to be His shipmates cry “And I had done a hellish And all the boards did avenged. thing,


120 killing the bird of And it would work 'em | Water, water, everywhere, woe;

| Nor any drop to drink.


out against the ancient Mariner for

good luck.

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