Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' read more

He holds him with his glittering eye--
. . . .
And listens like a three years' child.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food read more

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariner's hollo!
"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thus thee!--
Why look'st thou so?"--"With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."

Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.

Those holies of themselves a shape
As of an arbor took.