More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.
  2. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the s…
  3. The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
  4. The man hath penance done, And penance more will do.
  5. O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kin…
  6. Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he…
  7. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was …
  8. Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree?

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