SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
The Mariner, whose eye is bi ight, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone* and now the Wedding-Guest Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.
He went Jikc one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn* A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.
��Kubla Khan
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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled rourfd: And there were gardens bright with binuous rills Where blossom'd many an mcense-bearmg tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But O, that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover' 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,
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