Poetry quotes

A stately pleassure-dome decree

Twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round

A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
by a woman wailing for her demon-lover

A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail

The sacred river ran, then reached the caverns measureless to man

And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw

Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me

And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise

'Tis the middle of the night by the castly clock,
And the owls habe awakened the crowing cock

Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue veined feet unsandl'd were

Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she).
And help a wretched maid to flee

The lady sank, belike through pain

Never till now she uttered yell
Beneath the eye of Christabel

A tongue of light, a fit of flame;
And Christabel saw the lady's eye,
And nothing else saw she therby

Her gentle limbs did she undress,
And lay down in her lovlieness

A sight to dream of, not to tell! O shield her! shield sweet Christabel!

But this she knows, in joys and woes
That saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all!

At length did cross an Albatross,
Through the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
we hailed it in God's name

With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross

Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink

Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung

With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one

Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die

The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea

That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale i teach

A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

In the great city pent

The dome of plasure floated midway of the waves

Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the ship’s crew

And ice, mast-high, came floating by

Sleep prolonged by dreams!

Now, my friends emerge beneath the wide wide heaven

Voyage on gentle gales from Fairyland