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 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. 
 Two ways the rivers
 Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
  Grow deep and still, read more 
 Two ways the rivers
 Leap down to different seas, and as they roll
  Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence
   Becomes a benefaction to the towns
    They visit, wandering silently among them,
     Like patriarchs old among their shining tents. 
 Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river,
 Thy banks' purest stream shall be dear to me ever.  
 Flow on, lovely Dee, flow on, thou sweet river,
 Thy banks' purest stream shall be dear to me ever. 
 Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
 Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.  
 Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,
 Cutting through the jungle with a golden track. 
 And see the rivers how they run
 Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
  Sometimes swift, read more 
 And see the rivers how they run
 Through woods and meads, in shade and sun,
  Sometimes swift, sometimes slow,--
   Wave succeeding wave, they go
    A various journey to the deep,
     Like human life to endless sleep! 
 Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
 And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
  A read more 
 Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
 And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
  A small Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd,
   And little eagles wave their wings in gold. 
 Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore,
 O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green;
  The fragrant birch and hawthorn read more 
 Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore,
 O'erhung with wild woods, thickening green;
  The fragrant birch and hawthorn hoar
   Twined amorous round the raptures scene. 
 How sweet to move at summer's eve
 By Clyde's meandering stream,
  When Sol in joy is seen read more 
 How sweet to move at summer's eve
 By Clyde's meandering stream,
  When Sol in joy is seen to leave
   The earth with crimson beam;
    When islands that wandered far
     Above his sea couch lie,
      And here and there some gem-like star
       Re-opes its sparkling eye. 
 By shallow rivers, to whose falls
 Melodies birds sing madrigals.  
 By shallow rivers, to whose falls
 Melodies birds sing madrigals.