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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 wreathed horn. By each rude shape and wild unconquer

able sound!

Oye 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;

adored O miserable Chieftain! where and when


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

thou Wear rather in thy bonds a cheerful brow:

II 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


25 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 I

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 flung a magic light o’er all her hills Ye Ocean Waves! that, whereso'er ye

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


and groves;




and gory

With bleeding wounds; forgive me, that

I cherished · And what,” I said, “though Blasphemy's One thought that ever blessed your cruel

70 loud scream

foes! With that sweet music of deliverance strove!

To scatter rage and traitorous guilt Though all the fierce and drunken

Where Peace her jealous home had built;

A patriot-race to disinherit passions wove


Of all that made their stormy wilds so A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's

dear; dream!


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

O France, that mockest Heaven, adullight!” And when to soothe my soul, that hoped

terous, blind, and trembled,

And patriot only in pernicious toils!

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

human kind?

80 calm and bright;

50 When France her front deep-scarred

To mix with Kings in the low lust of

sway, Concealed with clustering wreaths of

Yell in the hunt, and share the murderous

prey; When, insupportably advancing,

To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils

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

betray? ramp; While timid looks of fury glancing, 55

V Domestic treason, crushed beneath her

The Sensual and the Dark rebel in fatal stamp,


85 Writhed like a wounded dragon in his

Slaves by their own compulsion! In gore; Then I reproached my fears that would not flee;

They burst their manacles and wear the “And soon,” I said, “shall Wisdom teach

Of Freedom, graven on

a heavier her lore

chain! In the low huts of them that toil and

O Liberty! with profitless endeavor groan;

60 And, conquering by her happiness alone,

Have I pursued thee, many a weary hour;

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

strain, nor ever

91 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

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

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,

breeze above, And ye, that fleeing, spot your mountain Had made one murmur with the distant

mad game








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

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.
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.

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

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,


a wedding-feast,

and detaineth one. Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's “By thy lóng 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

are opened wide,

Through wood and dale the sacred river And I am next of kin;

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

May'st hear the merry din."




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The Wedding

And now the storm-blast The ship driven by is

He holds him
with his

a storm toward the bound by the eye

came, and he glittering eyeof the old seafaring

41 south pole. man, and con The wedding-guest stood

Was tyrannous and strong:
strained to bear
his tale.

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

ing wings,

And chased us south along. years' child:

15 The Mariner hath his will.

“With sloping masts and

dipping prow, 45
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,

Merrily did we drop

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

mist and snow,
Below the lighthouse top.

And it grew wondrous cold;
And ice, mast-high, came

floating by,
The Mariner tells
how the ship sailed

came up upon

As green as emerald; southward with a the left,

25 good wind and fair weather till it Out of the sea came he! “And through the drifts the The land of ice, reached the Line.

of fearful And he shone bright, and

55 sounds where to on the right

Did send a dismal sheen: living thing was to Went down into the sea. Nor shapes of men

beasts we ken-
“Higher and higher every

The ice was all between.
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! bassoon.

“At length did cross an Till a great sea. The Wedding. The bride hath paced into Albatross:

bird, called the Guest heareth the

Albatross, bridal music; but the hall,

Thorough the fog it came: through the snow the Mariner con- Red as a rose is she; tinueth his tale.

As if it had been a Christian fog, and was ce Nodding their heads be- soul,

65 joy and hospital

ity. fore her goes


We hailed it in God's
The merry minstrelsy.


“The sun


snowy clifts

be seen.




came and





enters the Pacific


“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

95 The helmsman steered us That made the breeze to through!


blow! And lof the Alba: "And a good south wind “Nor dim nor red, like But when the for bird of good omen,

cleared off, they and followeth the sprung up behind;

God's own head,

justify the same, ship as it returned The Albatross did follow,

The glorious sun uprist:

themselves accomfog 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!

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-smoké “The fair breeze blew, the The, fair breeze

continues; the ship white,

white foam flew,

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

We were the first that ever till it reaches the

Line. burst

105 “God save thee, ancient | Into that silent sea. The ancient Mariner in hospitably

Mariner! killeth the pious From the fiends, that plague bird of good omen.

"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!
“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 the good south wind
still blew behind,

"Day after day, day after


sweet bird did follow,

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 His shipmates cry “And I had done a hellish And all the boards did avenged. out against the ancient Mariner for thing,

shrink; killing the bird of And it would work 'em Water, water, everywhere, good luck. woe;

Nor any drop to drink.






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