A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew COLERIDGE (OUTLINE HISTORY, §§ 90, IOI). 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 here were gardens bright with sinuous rills, But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: 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 ! 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, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! THE ANCIENT MARINER 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 open'd 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; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. 'The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he stone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon-' The wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes The wedding-guest he beat his heart, And thus spake on that ancient man, And now the storm-blast came, and he He struck with his o'ertaking wings, 'With sloping masts and dipping prow, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast, 'And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, ' And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— The ice was all between. 'The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd, Like noises in a swound! 'At length did cross an Albatross: Thorough the fog it came: As if it had been a Christian soul, We hail'd it in God's name. 'It ate the food it ne'er had eat, The helmsman steer'd us through! 'And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! 'In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perch'd for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, 'God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus !— WORK WITHOUT HOPE LINES COMPOSED ON A DAY IN FEBRUARY ALL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair,— The bees are stirring,—birds are on the wing,— Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing. Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, And hope without an object cannot live. |