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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
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
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
| 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;
| 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,
With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that
I cherished ** And what,” I said, “though Blasphemy's
One thought that ever blessed your cruel loud scream With that sweet music of deliverance
To scatter rage and traitorous guilt strove! Though all the fierce and drunken
Where Peace her jealous home had built;
A patriot-race to disinherit passions wove A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's
Of all that made their stormy wilds so
And with inexpiable spirit Ye storms, that round the dawning
| To taint the bloodless freedom of the east assembled,
mountaineerThe Sun was rising, though ye hid his light!”
O France, that mockest Heaven, adulAnd when to soothe my soul, that hoped
And patriot only in pernicious toils! and trembled, The dissonance ceased, and all seemed
Are these thy boasts, Champion of human kind?
- 8o calm and bright;
To mix with Kings in the low lust of When France her front deep-scarred
sway, and gory Concealed with clustering wreaths of
Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous
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, Writhed like a wounded dragon in his
Slaves by their own compulsion! In gore; Then I reproached my fears that would
They burst their manacles and wear the not flee; “And soon,” I said, “shall Wisdom teach
name her lore
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier
chain! In the low huts of them that toil and
O Liberty! with profitless endeavor groan; And, conquering by her happiness alone,
Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour; Shall France compel the nations to
But thou nor swell'st the victor's be free,
strain, nor ever Till Love and Joy look round, and call
Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human the earth their own.”
power. Alike from all, howe'er they praise thee,
(Nor prayer, nor boastful name de IV
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, I Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions, From bleak Helvetia's icy caverns The guide of homeless winds, and playsent
66 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,
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 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 DREAM It was a miracle of rare device,
35 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,
me, 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,
15 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: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst | It is an ancient Mariner, An ancient MarHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding And he stoppeth one of Gallants bidden to hail,
21 three. Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's “By thy long gray beard flail:
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 tion
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.”
iner meeteth three
a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.
He holds him with his The wedding-guest he beat
The Wedding u. holds him mrith “And now the storm-blast The ship driven by Guest is spell
a storm toward the bound by the eye
came, and he glittering eye
41 South pole. of the old seafaring man,
Was tyrannous and strong: and The wedding-guest stood
constrained to bear his tale.
He struck with his o’ertak-
And chased us south along.
“With sloping masts and
dipping prow, 45
And forward bends his head,
roared the blast,
“And now there came both
mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold;
| And ice, mast-high, came
floating by, The Mariner tells “The sun came up upon | As green as emerald; how the ship sailed southward with a the left,
25 good wind and fair weather tillit Out of the sea came he! “And through the drifts the The land of ice reached the Line. And he shone bright, and snowy clifts
55 sounds where no on the right
Did send a dismal sheen: living thing was to Went down into the sea. Nor shapes of men nor
beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.
“The ice was here, the ice
was there, noon—"
The ice was all around: 60
It cracked and growled,
and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
“At length did cross an till a great seaThe Wedding. The bride hath paced into | Albatross:
Albatross, came bridal music; but the hall,
Thorough the fog it came: through the sno*the Mariner con- Red as a rose is she;
As if it had been a Christian ceived with great
The land of ice, and of fearful
Guest heareth the
g. and was re
tinueth bis tale.
and hospitaljustify the same,
continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.
The ancient Mariner in hospitably billeth the pious bird of good omen.
“It ate the food it ne'er For all averred, I had
killed the bird
bird to slay
I blow! And lol the Albatross proveth “And a good south wind
“Nor dim nor red, like But when the for bird of good omen, sprung up behind;
cleared and followeth the
God's own head, ship as it returned The Albatross did follow,
| The glorious sun uprist: and Dorthward through
thus make fog and floating And every day, for food or
Then all averred, I had plices in the crime. play,
killed the bird Came to the mariners'
That brought the fog and hollo!
100 “In mist or cloud, on mast
'Twas right, said they, such or shroud,
birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.
“The fair breeze blew, the The fair breeze white,
white foam flew,
| We were the first that ever
Mariner! From the fiends, that plague “Down dropt the breeze, The ship hath been thee thus!
the sails dropt down. suddenly becalmed. 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
“Day after day, day after
We stuck, nor breath nor
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
begins to be His shipmates cry “And I had done a hellish And all the boards did avenged. thing,
120 kalling the bird of And it would work 'em Water, water, everywhere, woe;
| Nor any drop to drink.
out against the ancient Mariner for