More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. 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…
  2. 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…
  3. We were a ghastly crew.
  4. Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree?
  5. Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.
  6. I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: T…
  7. The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
  8. No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.

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