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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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
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.
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,
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,
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,
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
The guests are met, the Then reached the caverns measureless to feast is set: man,
May'st hear the merry din."
The Wedding. The bride hath paced into
Nodding their heads be-
“At length did cross an till a great sea. Albatross:
bird, called the
Albatross, Thorough the fog it came: through the snowAs if it had been a Christian fog, and was re.
with great soul.
65 joy and hospital
ity. We hailed it in God's
enters the Pacific
“It ate the food it ne'er For all averred, I had
killed the bird
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
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!
Right up above the mast
85 did stand,
"Day after day, day after
sweet bird did follow,
We stuck, nor breath nor
As idle as a painted ship
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.