Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ancestral voices prophesying war.

Ancestral voices prophesying war.

Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
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Ah! replied my gentle fair,
Beloved, what are names but air?
Choose thou, whatever suits the line:
Call me Sappho, call me Chloris,
Call me Lalage, or Doris,
Only, only, call me thine.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I bless'd them unaware.

Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.

Prose, words in their best order. Poetry, the best words in the best order.

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!