Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I read more

Life went a-Maying
With Nature, Hope, and Poesy;
When I was young!
When I was young?--Ah, woful when!

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree;
Where Alph, the sacred river ran,
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree;
Where Alph, the sacred river ran,
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming read more

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.

Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted read more

Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.