Works By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

"'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"

"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."

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

"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."

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

"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."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"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."

"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?""