1772-1834
The Ancient Mariner.
Part i.
And listens like a three years' child.
Part ii.
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea. As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
Part iv.
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
Part v.
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy mouth of June.
Part vii.
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small.
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Christabel. Part ii.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But whispering tongues can poison truth:
And constancy lives in realms above.
The Devil's Thoughts.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin,
Is pride that apes humility.
Love.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feeds his sacred flame.
Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement.
Blest hour! it was a luxury—to be!
Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni.
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
In his steep course?
Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.
Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
The Three Graves.
A mother is a mother still,
The holiest thing alive.
The Visit of the Gods.
Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
The Knight's Tomb.
The Knight's bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
On Taking Leave of—. 1817.
To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part,
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!
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?
Wallenstein.
Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
The Death of Wallenstein.
Act. v. Sc. 1.
Clothing the palpable and familiar
With golden exhalations of the dawn.
Act v. Sc. 1.
Often do the spirits
Of great events stride on before the events.
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.