By fits a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying; Her maidens thought her dying. Yet keenest powers to see and hear Ere scarce a distant form was kenned As on the wing to meet him. He came he passed-an heedless gaze Could scarcely catch the feeble moan SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE 1772-1834 KUBLA KHAN IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, The shadow of the dome of pleasure Where was heard the mingled measure It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! And close your eyes with holy dread, YOUTH AND AGE VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, When I was young?-Ah, woeful when! O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it flashed along : Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, That ask no aid of sail or oar, That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in 't together. Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like ; Friendship is a sheltering tree; O! the joys, that came down shower-like, Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! Where no hope is, life's forewarning That only serves to make us grieve THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER In seven parts ARGUMENT How a ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancient Mariner came back to his own Country. PART I It is an ancient mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon !' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three-years' child: The mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; |