...out of perfect contrition arise, even in nature's extremes! misery, resignation and peace. * « * * " Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide...sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. " The many men so beautiful ! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived...

...thy skinny hand, so brown." — Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest ! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide...! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men,- so beautiful ! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Liv'd...

...And thy skinny hand, so brown. — Pear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide...sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men, so beautiful ! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things 'liv'd...

...Wedding-Guest ! But tk« sa~ ~ cient Manner This body dropt not down. life, and proceedeth to reAlone, alone, all, all alone, *££? Alone on a wide wide...! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. * For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr. WORDSWORTH. It was on a delightful walk...

...the ancient Mariuer assureth him of his bodily life, and proceedeth to relate bis horrible penance. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide...sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. * For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr WORDSWORTH. It was on a delightful walk...

...thy skinny hand, so brown.»— Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-guest ! This body dropt not down. The many men, so beautiful ! And they all dead did tie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived...

...-ii. p. 15, 16. , The description of his solitude, after his desolation, commencing with — • ' Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea,' And of his sensations in its endurance, is a study both for the painter and the philosopher. And then how...

...Manufacturer, Haerlem, A TALE OF THE SEA. By Henry G. Beü. Alone, alone, all, all alone. Alone on a vide, wide sea ! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. COLIRIDOB. I SAILED from the Thames in a merchant brig for Jamaica. I was the only passenger ; and...

...into the sea. Coleridge concentrated into a few words the essence of torment— and showed soul * ' " Alone, alone, all, all alone, , Alone on a wide wide sea! And never, a.saini took pity on My soul in ugopy. " The many men so beautiful ! And they ail dead did lie/; And...

...thy skinny hand, so brown." — Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest 2 ! This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all, alone, Alone on a wide wide...! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. Tho merry men, so beautiful 3 ! And they all dead did lie ; And a thousand thousand slimy thiugs Lived...