More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
  2. Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
  3. No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
  4. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
  5. 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…
  6. The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door. He we…
  7. Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree?
  8. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sun…

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