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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree, Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
_Kubla Khan._
Ancestral voices prophesying war.
_Kubla Khan._
A damsel with a dulcimer In a vision once I saw: It was an Abyssinian maid, And on her dulcimer she played, Singing of Mount Abora.
_Kubla Khan._
For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
_Kubla Khan._
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care; The opening bud to heaven conveyed, And bade it blossom there.
_Epitaph on an Infant._
Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.
_France. An Ode. v._
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close, And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven Cries out, "Where is it?"
_Fears in Solitude._
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Is pride that apes humility.[501-1]
_The Devil's Thoughts._
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
_Love._
Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be!
_Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement._
A charm For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom No sound is dissonant which tells of life.
_This Lime-tree Bower my Prison._
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star In his steep course?
_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.
_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
Earth with her thousand voices praises God.
_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._
Tranquillity! thou better name Than all the family of Fame.
_Ode to Tranquillity._
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.
_Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1._
Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
_Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5._
A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive.
_The Three Graves._
Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone.
_The Visit of the Gods._ (Imitated from Schiller.)
Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.
_A Christmas Carol. viii._
The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.
_The Knight's Tomb._
It sounds like stories from the land of spirits If any man obtains that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. . . . . . . . . . Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures,--love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,-- Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
_Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893._
My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
_A Day-Dream._
To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part, Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
_On taking Leave of ----, 1817._
In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.
_Motto to Poems written in Later Life._
Nought cared this body for wind or weather When youth and I lived in 't together.
_Youth and Age._
Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!
_Youth and Age._
I have heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold,-- His eyes are in his mind.[503-1]
_To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation._
What outward form and feature are He guesseth but in part; But what within is good and fair He seeth with the heart.
_To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation._
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand, By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.[503-2]
_Fancy in Nubibus._
I counted two-and-seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks.
_Cologne._
The river Rhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne; But tell me, nymphs! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?
_Cologne._
Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows; Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.
_The Homeric Hexameter._ (Translated from Schiller.)
In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column, In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.
_The Ovidian Elegiac Metre._ (From Schiller.)
I stood in unimaginable trance And agony that cannot be remembered.
_Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths,--all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
_Wallenstein. Part i . Act ii. Sc. 4._ (Translated from Schiller.)
I 've lived and loved.
_Wallenstein.