408 409 This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, It moves us not-Great God! I'd rather be Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; WITHIN KING'S COLLEGE CHAPEL, CAMBRIDGE TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, Of white-robed Scholars only) this immense And glorious work of fine intelligence! -Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore So deem'd the man who fashion'd for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Lingering and wandering on as loth to die- VALEDICTORY SONNET TO THE RIVER DUDDON I THOUGHT of Thee, my partner and my guide, 410 Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; Enough, if something from our hands have power [dower, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent We feel that we are greater than we know. COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, THE PROPERTY OF DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy lord! To level with the dust a noble horde, Leaving an ancient dome, and towers like these, The fate of those old trees; and oft with pain For shelter'd places, bosoms, nooks, and bays, 411 ADMONITION TO A TRAVELLER YES, there is holy pleasure in thine eye! 412 But covet not the abode; O do not sigh As many do, repining while they look; -Think what the home must be if it were thine, The roses to the porch which they entwine: TO SLEEP A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay, Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? 413 THE SONNET I NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room; Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found. II SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd, Shakespeare unlock'd his heart; the melody It cheer'd mild Spenser, call'd from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains-alas, too few! 414 WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES DOVER CLIFFS On these white cliffs, that calm above the flood Sailed slow, has thought of all his heart must leave To-morrow; of the friends he loved most dear; The thoughts that would full fain the past recall; 415 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER IN SEVEN PARTS ARGUMENT.-How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country. [1798.] An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detain. eth one PART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, "The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, The guests are met, the feast is set: He holds him with his skinny hand, "Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" The Wedding. Eftsoons his hand dropt he. Guest is spell bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale He holds him with his glittering eye- |