"Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man, Could field or grove, could any spot of earth, Show to his eye an image of the pangs Which it hath witnessed,—render back an echo Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!"

"Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven.""

"One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition."

"So build we up the being that we are."

"I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea."

"Pan himself, The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!"

"We live by Admiration, Hope and Love."

"Lost in a gloom of uninspired research."

"Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul."

"There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast."

"For by superior energies; more strict Affiance in each other; faith more firm In their unhallowed principles; the bad Have fairly earned a victory o'er the weak, The vacillating, inconsistent good."

"And the most difficult of tasks to keep Heights which the soul is competent to gain."

"Society became my glittering bride, And airy hopes my children."

"Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold."

"Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel."

"I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!"

"Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung."

"About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night."

"The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea."

"Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink."

"Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean."

"The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free: We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea."

"And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow!"

""God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so?" — With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross."

"( In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine."

"At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name."

"The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!"

"And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald."

"The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she."

"The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon."

"The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the light-house top."

"He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years child: The Mariner hath his will."

"It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?""

"The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din."

"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 went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn."

"He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all."

"Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast."

"So lonely 't was, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be."

"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row."

"And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young."

"No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart."

"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: To him my tale I teach."

"Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree?"

"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 knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread."

"The man hath penance done, And penance more will do."

"The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man That shot him with his bow."

"'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man?' By him who died on the cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross"

"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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune."

"We were a ghastly crew."

"Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole."