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Lo! Phæbus the glorious descends from his throne! | return to his room, found, to his no small surprise They advance, they float in, the Olympians all! and mortification, that though he still retained some With divinities fills my

vague and dim recollection of the general purport Terrestrial hall!

of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight

or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had How shall I yield you

passed away like the images on the surface of a Due entertainment,

stream into which a stone had been cast, but, alas ! Celestial choir ?

without the after restoration of the latter. Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of up

Then all the charm buoyance

Is broken-all that phantom-world so fair Bear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joy

Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread, ance,

And each misshapes the other. Stay a while,

Poor youth! who scarcely darest lift up thine eyesThat the roofs of Olympus may echo my lyre !

The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon Ha! we mount! on their pinions they waft up my The visions will return! And lo, he stays, soul!

And soon the fragnients dimof lovely forms

Come trembling back, unite, and now once more
O give me the nectar!

The pool becomes a mirror.
O fill me the bowl!

Yet, from the still surviving recollections in his
Give him the nectar!

mind, the author has frequently purposed to finish Pour out for the poet,

for himself what had been originally, as it were, Hebe! pour free!

given to him. Eauepov adrov aow: but the to-morQuicken his eyes with celestial dew,

row is yet to come. That Styx the detested no more he may view, As a contrast to this vision, I have annexed a And like one of us gods may conceit him to be!

fragment of a very different character, describing Thanks, Hebe! I quaff it! Io pæan, I cry!

with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease. The wine of th’immortals

- Note to the first edition, 1816.)
Forbids me to die!

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree;

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran

Through caverns measureless to man,

Down to sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground

With walls and towers were girdled round: [The following fragment is here published at

And here were gardens bright with sinuous rills, the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity, where blossom’d many an incense-bearing tree; and, as far as the author's own opinions are con

And here were forests ancient as the hills, cerned, rather as a psychological curiosity, than on

Infolding sunny spots of greenery. the ground of any supposed poetic merits.

In the summer of the year 1797, the author, then But 0 that deep romantic chasm which slanted in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor con- A savage place! as holy and enchanted fiues of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been pre- By woman wailing for her demon lover! scribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seethhis chair at the moment that he was reading the

ing, following sentence, or words of the same substance, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, in Purchas's “ Pilgrimage:"_"Here the Khan A mighty fountain momently was forced : Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately Amid whose swist half-intermitted burst garden thereunto ; and thus ten miles of fertile Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, ground were enclosed with a wall.” The author or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's fail: continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever at least of the external senses, during which time It Aung up momently the sacred river. he has the most vivid confidence that he could not Five miles, meandering with a mazy motion, have composed less than from two to three hun- Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, dred lines; if that indeed can be called composition Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, in which all the images rose up before him as things And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: with a parallel production of the correspondent And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far expressions, without any sensation, or conscious-Ancestral voices prophesying war! ness of effort. On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, The shadow of the dome of pleasure and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and Floated midway on the waves; eagerly wrote down the lines that are here pre- Where was heard the mingled measure served. At this moment he was unfortunately

From the fountain and the caves. called out by a person on business from Porlock, It was a miracle of rare device, and detained by him above an hour, and on his A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she play'd,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,

To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drank the milk of Paradise.


ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought expressid ! Only a sense of supplication, A sense o’er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere, Eternal Strength and Wisdom are. But yesternight I pray'd aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorn'd, those only strong! Thirst of revenge, the powerless will Still baffled, and yet burning still ! Desire with loathing strangely mix'd, On wild or hateful objects fix'd. Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know, Whether I suffer'd, or I did : For all seem'd guilt, remorse, or wo, My own or others', still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stilling shame. So two nights pass’d: the night's dismay Sadden'd and stupn'd the coming day. Sleep, the wide blessing, seem'd to me Distemper's worst calamity. The third night, when my own loud scream Had waked me from the fiendish dream, O’ercome with sufferings strange and wild, I wept as I had been a child ; And having thus by tears subdued Ty anguish to a milder mood,

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Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stain'd with sin:
For aye entempesting anew
Th’unfathomable hell within,
The horror of their deeds to view,
To know and loath, yet wish and do!
Such griefs with such men well agree,
But wherefore, wherefore fall on me?
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I Love, I love indeed.




Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam risi. biles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiar quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quæ loca habitant ? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambisit ingenium humanum, nunquam atligit. Juvat, interea, non ditliteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabula, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens 29 suefacta hədiernæ vitæ minutiís se contraha: nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interes invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incer. tis, diem a nocie, distinguamus.-T. BURNET: Archeol. Phil. p. 63.

Der meetett three

PART I. It is an ancient mariner,

An ancient mar And he stoppeth one of three :

gallant bidden to “By thy long gray beard and glitter- a wedding-feast,

and detaiseth ing eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?


“ The bridegroom's doors are open'd

And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the merry din.”

He holds him with his skinny hand :
“ There was a ship," quoth he.
“ Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard

Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering The wedding

guest is speil. eye

bound by the eye The wedding-guest stood still, of the old seatar And listens like a three years' child; trained to bear

ing man, and conThe mariner hath his will.

his tale.

The wedding-guest sat on a stone,
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed mariner:-

The ship was cheer'd, the harbour

Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the light-house top.


The mariner tells The sun came up upon the left, In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, how the ship sail.

Out of the sea came he! ed mouthward

It perch'd for vespers nine: with a good wind And he shone bright, and on the right Whiles all the night, through fogand fair weather: Went down into the sea. till it reached the

smoke white, line,

Glimmer'd the white moonshine.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-

“God save thee, ancient mariner! The ancient mari. The wedding-guest here beat his From the fiends that plague thee thus! killeth the pious breast,

Why look'st thou so ?"— With my bird of good For he heard the loud bassoon.


I shot the ALBATROSS.
The wedding. The bride hath paced into the hall,
guest heareth the
Red as a rose is she ;

bridal music; but
the mariner con- Nodding their heads before her goes The sun now rose upon the right:
tinuetb his tale.
The merry minstrelsy.

Out of the sea came he,
The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Went down into the sea.

Still hid in mist, and on the left
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man, And the good south wind still blew
The bright-eyed mariner:-

The ship drawn And now the storm-BLAST came, and But no sweet bird did follow,
by a storm toward

Nor any day for food or play
the south pole.

Came to the mariner's hollo!
Was tyrannous and strong;
He struck with his o’ertaking wings, And I had done an hellish thing,

His shipmated cry
And chased us south along.

out against the And it would work 'em wo:

ancient mariner, With sloping masts and dripping prow, That made the breeze to blow. For all averr’d, I had kill'd the bird for killing the bird

of good-luck. As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe,

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,

That made the breeze to blow!
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the Nordim nor red, like God's own head, But when tbe fog

cleared off, they The glorious sun uprist:

justify the same, And southward aye we fled. Then all averrod, I had kill'd the bird and thus make

themselvos ae. And now there came both mist and That brought the fog and mist.

complices in the snow,

'Twas right, said they, such birds to crime.
And it grew wondrous cold;

And ice, mast-high, came floating by, That bring the fog and mist.
As green as emerald.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam The fair breeze

continues; the The land of ice, And through the drifts the snowy


ship enters the and of fearful clifts The furrow follow'd free ;

Pacific Ocean, and Bounds, where DO living thing was Did send a dismal sheen:

We were the first that ever burst

even till it reach.

es the line. Nor shapes of men nor beasts we Into that silent sea. ken

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt The ship hath The ice was all between.

been suddenly down,

becalmed. The ice was here, the ice was there,

'Twas sad as sad could be ;
The ice was all around:

And we did speak only to break
It crack'd and growl'd, and roard and The silence of the sea !

All in a hot and copper sky,
Like noises in a swound!

The bloody sun, at noon,
Till a great sea. At length did cross an albatross:

Right up above the mast did stand, bird, called the albatross, Thorough the fog it came ;

No bigger than the moon. through the snow As if it had been a Christian soul, Day after day, day after day, fog, and was re. ceived with grea! We hail'd it in God's name.

We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; joy and hospita

As idle as a painted ship
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,

Upon a painted ocean.
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
Water, water, everywhere,

And the albatross

begins to be The helmsman steer'd us through! And all the boards did shrink :


Water, water, everywhere, And lo! the alba. And a good south wind sprung up

Nor any drop to drink. tross proveth a bird of good behind;

The very deep did rot: 0) Christ! omen, and follow. eth the ship as it The albatross did follow,

That ever this should be ! returned north- And every day, for food or play, Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs ward through fog Came to the mariner's hollo!

Upon the slimy sea, and floating ice.



to be seen.



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the face of the

their sore distress

Om aad ber

no other su taari


About, about, in reel and rout When that strange shape drove sud-
The death-fires danced at night;

The water, like a witch's oils, Betwixt us and the sun.
Burnt green, and blue, and white.
And straight the sun was fleck'd with it seemeth him

but tbe telesa A spirit bad fol. And some in dreams assured were


of a ship lowed them; one of the spirit that plagued us so;

(Heaven's mother send us grace !) of the invisible in. liabitants of this Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us As if through a dungeon-grate he planet,-neither From the land of mist and snow.

departed souls
nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the With broad and burning face.
Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They
are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat

And every tongue, through utter How fast she nears and rears!

Are those her sails that glance in the
Was wither'd at the root;

We could not speak, no more than if Like restless gossamers ?
We had been choked with soot.

Are those her ribs through which the and its ribs are The shipmates,in Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks

sun would sain throw Had I from old and young !

Did peer, as through a grate;

setting a the whole guilt on Instead of the cross, the albatross

And is that woman all her crew? the apcient mari. About my neck was hung.

Is that a DEATH, and are there two? The spectre ner;-in siga

Is DEATH that woman's mate? whereof they

death-tuate, 11 hang the dead sea-bird round his PART III.

Her lips were red, her looks were the skeletreebip. neck.

free, THERE pass'd a weary time. Each

Like Sessel,
Her locks were yellow as gold:

Her skin was as white as leprosy,
Was parch’d, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!

The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was
How glazed each weary eye,


Who thicks man's blood with cold. The ancient ma. When looking westward, I beheld sign in the ele. A something in the sky.

The naked hulk alongside came,

Death and Le ment afar ofl.

And the twain were casting dice;
At first it seem'd a little speck

“ The game is done! I've won, I've ship's cres, as! And then it seem'd a mist;

she, the latter, It moved and moved, and took at last

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
A certain shape, I wist.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush No twilight
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!

within the c3

And it still neard and near'd:

At one stride comes the dark;
As if it dodged a water-sprite,

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
It plunged and tack'd and veerd.

Off shot the spectre-bark.
At its nearer ap. With throats unslaked, with black
proach, it seem.

We listen’d and look'd sideways up! At the rising eth him to be a lips baked,

the moc,

Fear at my heart, as at a cup, ship; and at a We could nor laugh nor wail;

My life-blood seem'd to sip! freeth his speech Through utter drought all dumb we

The stars were dim, and thick the thirst.

I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood,

The steersman's face by his lamp
And cried, A sail! a sail !

gleam'd white;
With throats unslaked, with black From the sails the dew did drip-
lips baked,

Till clomb above the eastern bar
Agape they heard me call;

The horned moon, with one bright
A flash of joy. Gramercy! they for joy did grin,

And all at once their breath drew in, Within the nether tip.
As they were drinking all.
One after one, by the star-doggd One after 23-

And horror fol. See! see! (I cried,) she tacks no moon,
lows; for can it be

Too quick for groan or sigh, a ship, that comes onward without Hither to work us weal;

Each turn'd his face with a ghastly wind or tido? Without a breeze, without a tide,

pang, She steadies with upright keel!

And cursed me with his eye.

in-DeatA bare diced for the


Wispeth the 15 cient manner.

of the SD.

dear ransom he

from the bonds of


His shipdates drop down dead.

The western wave was all a flame,
The day was wellnigh done,
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun;

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan,)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropp'd down one by one.

on mariner.

moon he behold.


mariner assureth

creatures of the calm.

in his heart.

But Life-in-Death The souls did from their bodies fly,- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
begins her work
the ancient They fled to bliss or wo!

Like April hoar-frost spread;
And every soul, it pass'd me by But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW! The charmed water burnt alway

A still and awful red.

Beyond the shadow of the ship By the light of the The wedding “I FEAR thee, ancient mariner!

I watch'd the water-snakes; guest feareth that

eth God's crea. a spirit is talking

fear thy skinny hand! [brown, They moved in tracks of shining tures of the great to him; And thou art long, and lank, and

white, As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*

And when they rear'd, the elfish light
“ I fear thee and thy glittering eye,

Fell off in hoary flakes.
And thy skinny hand so brown.”—
But the ancient Fear not, fear not, thou wedding- I watch'd their rich attire ;

Within the shadow of the ship
him of his bodily

Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, life, and proceed. This body dropt not down. eth to relate bis

They coild and swam; and every horrible pegance. Alone, alone, all, all alone,

Alone on a wide, wide sea !

Was a flash of golden fire.
And never a saint took pity on O happy living things! no tongue

Their beauty and
My soul in agony.

their happiness.

Their beauty might declare;
He despiseth the The many men, so beautiful !

A spring of love gushd from my
And they all dead did lie:


He blesseth them
And a thousand thousand slimy things And I bless’d them unaware:
Lived on; and so did I.

Sure my kind saint took pity on me,

And I bless'd them unaware. And envieth that I look'd upon the rotting sea, they should live, And drew my eyes away;

The selfsame moment I could pray ;

The spell begins and so many lie

to break. dead.

I look'd upon the rotting deck, And from my neck so free
And there the dead men lay.

The albatross fell off, and sank

Like lead into the sea.
I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray ;
But or ever a prayer had gush’d,

A wicked whisper came, and made

O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
My heart as dry as dust.

Beloved from pole to pole!
I closed my lids, and kept them close, To Mary queen the praise be given !
And the balls like pulses beat; She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
For the sky and the sea, and the sea That slid into my soul.

and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye

The silly buckets on the deck, By grace of the
And the dead were at my feet.
That had so long remain'd,

holy mother, the

ancient mariner I dreamt that they were fill'd with is refreshed with

rain. But the curre liv. The cold sweat melted from their limbs,

And when I awoke it rain'd. eye of the dead

Nor rot nor reek did they : [me
The look with which they look'd on My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
Had never pass'd away.

My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
An orphan's curse would drag to hell And still my body drank.
A spirit from on high ;
But O! more horrible than that

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!

I was so light-almost
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed ghost.
And yet I could not die.
And soon I heard a roaring wind: He heareth

sounds and seeth

It did not come anear; In his loneliness The moving moon went up the sky,

strange sights and And nowhere did abide :

But with its sound it shook the sails, commotions in yearneth towards

the sky and the the journeying Softly she was going up,

That were so thin and sere. moon, and the

And a star or two beside stars that still so

The upper air burst into life! journ, yet still move opward ; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their pative country and their | And a hundred fire-flags sheen, own natural home, wbich they enter unannounced, as lords that are To and fro they were hurried about ! certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.

And to and fro, and in and out,

The wan stars danced between.
* For the last two lines of this stanza, I am indebted to
Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from Nether and the coming wind did roar more
Slowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the

loud, autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part

And the sails did sigh like sedge; coinposed,


eth for him in the


and firedness be


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