XIV. He saw a certain minister XV. The Devil quoted Genesis, Like a very learned clerk, How "Noah and his creeping things XVI. He took from the poor, And he gave to the rich, And he shook hands with a Scotchman, For he was not afraid of the He saw with consternation, And back to hell his way did he take, For the Devil thought by a slight mistake Sept. 6, 1799. KUBLA KHAN; OR, A VISION IN A DREAM. A FRAGMENT. In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effect of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in "Purchas's Pilgrimage:"-" Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace to be built, and a stately garden thereunto: and thus ten miles of fertile ground were enclosed with a wall." The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter. Then all the charm Is broken-all that phantom-world so fair And each mis-shape the other. Stay awhile, Poor youth! who scarcely dar'st lift up thine eyes The stream will soon renew its smoothness, soon Come trembling back, unite, and now once more The pool becomes a mirror. Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind, the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. Apiov ädiov äσw: but the to-morrow is yet to come. 1816. IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, The shadow of the dome of pleasure It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! In a vision once I saw : It was an Abyssinian maid, Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me 1797. Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice! LEWTI, OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE-CHAUNt. AT midnight by the stream I roved, The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam But the rock shone brighter far, I saw a cloud of palest hue, Till it reached the moon at last : And with such joy I find my Lewti; And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty! The little cloud-it floats away, How mournfully it seems to fly, And now 'tis whiter than before! Nay, treacherous image! leave my mindAnd yet, thou didst not look unkind. I saw a vapour in the sky, Have snatched aloft the lawny shroud For maids, as well as youths, have perished Hush my heedless feet from under They plunge into the gentle river. O beauteous birds! methinks ye measure I would it were your true delight I know the place where Lewti lies, And creep, like thee, with soundless tread, Heaving lovely to my sight, As these two swans together heave Oh! that she saw me in a dream, And dreamt that I had died for care; All pale and wasted I would seem, 1795. I'd die indeed, if I might see LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene She lean'd against the armed man, Few sorrows hath she of her own. The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, She listened with a flitting blush, I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah! She listened with a flitting blush, |