Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
That they were born for immortality.
_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. xliii. Inside of King's Chapel,
Cambridge._
Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
False fires, that others may be lost.
_To the Lady Fleming._
But hushed be every thought that springs
From out the bitterness of things.
_Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G. H. B._
To the solid ground
Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.
_A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth._
Soft is the music that would charm forever;
The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.
_Not Love, not War._
True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
Whose veil is unremoved
Till heart with heart in concord beats,
And the lover is beloved.
_To ----. Let other Bards of Angels sing._
Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
_To a Skylark._
A Briton even in love should be
A subject, not a slave!
_Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew._
Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
Mindless of its just honours; with this key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.[485-1]
_Scorn not the Sonnet._
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.
_Scorn not the Sonnet._
But he is risen, a later star of dawn.
_A Morning Exercise._
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
_A Morning Exercise._
When his veering gait
And every motion of his starry train
Seem governed by a strain
Of music, audible to him alone.
_The Triad._
Alas! how little can a moment show
Of an eye where feeling plays
In ten thousand dewy rays:
A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!
_The Triad._
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
_On the Power of Sound. xii._
The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
That no philosophy can lift.
_Presentiments._
Nature's old felicities.
_The Trosachs._
Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
Have passed away; less happy than the one
That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
The tender charm of poetry and love.
_Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. xxxvii._
Small service is true service while it lasts.
Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.
_To a Child. Written in her Album._
Since every mortal power of Coleridge
Was frozen at its marvellous source,
The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
Has vanished from his lonely hearth.
_Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg._
How fast has brother followed brother,
From sunshine to the sunless land!
_Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg._
Those old credulities, to Nature dear,
Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock
Of history?
_Memorials of a Tour in Italy. iv._
How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
_A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School._
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.
_Yes, Thou art Fair._
FOOTNOTES:
[465-1] Coleridge said to Wordsworth ("Memoirs" by his nephew,
vol. ii. p. 74), "Since Milton, I know of no poet with so many
_felicities_ and unforgettable lines and stanzas as you."
[465-2]
The intellectual power, through words and things,
Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!
_The Excursion, book iii._
[468-1] The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the following
as the fourth stanza from the end of Part i., which was omitted in
all subsequent editions:--
Is it a party in a parlour?
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,--
Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent and all damned.
[469-1] See Milton, page 241.
[471-1] See Gray, page 382.
[474-1] It was on this occasion [the failure in energy of Lord Mar
at the battle of Sheriffmuir] that Gordon of Glenbucket made the
celebrated exclamation, "Oh for an hour of Dundee!"--MAHON:
_History of England, vol. i. p. 184._
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!
BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 12._
[475-1] See Milton, page 239.
[476-1] See Milton, page 235.
[477-1] See Shakespeare, page 57.
[477-2] See Collins, page 390.
[478-1] This line is from Sir John Beaumont's "Battle of Bosworth
Field."
[479-1] Heaven gives its favourites--early death.--BYRON: _Childe
Harold, canto iv. stanza 102._ Also _Don Juan, canto iv. stanza
12._
Quem Di diligunt
Adolescens moritur
(He whom the gods favor dies in youth).
PLAUTUS: _Bacchides, act iv. sc. 7._
[480-1] See page 465.
[480-2]
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue;
. . . . .
Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
Its polisht lips to your attentive ear,
And it remembers its august abodes,
And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.
LANDOR: _Gebir, book v._
[481-1] An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches
in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be
referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the
sky and stars.--COLERIDGE: _The Friend, No. 14._
[481-2] See Milton, page 249.
[481-3] Another and the same.--DARWIN: _The Botanic Garden._
[483-1] In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance
(1415), the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burned to ashes,
and these cast into the Swift, a neighbouring brook running hard
by; and "thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon
into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main
ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his
doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over."--FULLER:
_Church history, sect. ii. book iv. paragraph 53._
What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not
weep? . . . For though they digged up his body, burned his bones,
and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and truth of his
doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not
burn.--FOX: _Book of Martyrs, vol. i. p. 606_ (edition, 1641).
"Some prophet of that day said,--
"'The Avon to the Severn runs,
The Severn to the sea;
And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad
Wide as the waters be.'"
DANIEL WEBSTER: _Address before the Sons of New Hampshire, 1849._
These lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Cumming in the
"Voices of the Dead."
[484-1]
The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
Made of a quill from an angel's wing.
HENRY CONSTABLE: _Sonnet._
Whose noble praise
Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.
DOROTHY BERRY: _Sonnet._
[485-1]
With this same key
Shakespeare unlocked his heart.
BROWNING: _House._
SIR WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.
Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. Stanza 7._
If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 1._
O fading honours of the dead!
O high ambition, lowly laid!
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 10._
I was not always a man of woe.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 12._
I cannot tell how the truth may be;
I say the tale as 't was said to me.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 22._
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 1._
Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
For lovers love the western star.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 24._
Along thy wild and willow'd shore.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Ne'er
Was flattery lost on poet's ear;
A simple race! they waste their toil
For the vain tribute of a smile.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 35._
Call it not vain: they do not err
Who say that when the poet dies
Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
And celebrates his obsequies.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 1._
True love 's the gift which God has given
To man alone beneath the heaven:
It is not fantasy's hot fire,
Whose wishes soon as granted fly;
It liveth not in fierce desire,
With dead desire it doth not die;
It is the secret sympathy,
The silver link, the silken tie,
Which heart to heart and mind to mind
In body and in soul can bind.
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 13._
Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd[488-1]
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,--
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.[488-2]
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. Stanza 1._
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
Land of the mountain and the flood!
_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. Stanza 2._
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
_Marmion. Introduction to Canto i._
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
_Marmion. Introduction to Canto ii._
When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.
_Marmion. Introduction to Canto ii._
'T is an old tale and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.
_Marmion. Canto ii. Stanza 27._
When Prussia hurried to the field,
And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.[489-1]
_Marmion. Introduction to Canto iii._
In the lost battle,
Borne down by the flying,
Where mingles war's rattle
With groans of the dying.
_Marmion. Canto iii. Stanza 11._
Where 's the coward that would not dare
To fight for such a land?
_Marmion. Canto iv. Stanza 30._
Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
And loved to plead, lament, and sue;
Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 9._
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.[489-2]
_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 12._
But woe awaits a country when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 16._
And dar'st thou then
To beard the lion in his den,
The Douglas in his hall?
_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14._
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 17._
O woman! in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade
By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou![490-1]
_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 30._
"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!"
Were the last words of Marmion.
_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 32._
Oh for a blast of that dread horn[490-2]
On Fontarabian echoes borne!
_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 33._
To all, to each, a fair good-night,
And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
_L' Envoy. To the Reader._
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17._
And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
Of finer form or lovelier face.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18._
A foot more light, a step more true,
Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18._
On his bold visage middle age
Had slightly press'd its signet sage,
Yet had not quench'd the open truth
And fiery vehemence of youth:
Forward and frolic glee was there,
The will to do, the soul to dare.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21._
Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
Morn of toil nor night of waking.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 31._
Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!
_Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 19._
Some feelings are to mortals given
With less of earth in them than heaven.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 22._
Time rolls his ceaseless course.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 1._
Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou art gone, and forever!
_Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 16._
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 1._
Art thou a friend to Roderick?
_Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 30._
Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
From its firm base as soon as I.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10._
And the stern joy which warriors feel
In foemen worthy of their steel.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10._
Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
And fickle as a changeful dream;
Fantastic as a woman's mood,
And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
Thou many-headed monster[492-1] thing,
Oh who would wish to be thy king!
_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30._
Where, where was Roderick then?
One blast upon his bugle horn
Were worth a thousand men.
_Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18._
In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
_Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20._
Spangling the wave with lights as vain
As pleasures in the vale of pain,
That dazzle as they fade.
_Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 23._
Oh, many a shaft at random sent
Finds mark the archer little meant!
And many a word at random spoken
May soothe, or wound, a heart that 's broken!
_Lord of the Isles. Canto v. Stanza 18._
Where lives the man that has not tried
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
_Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21._
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
_Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32._
A mother's pride, a father's joy.
_Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15._
Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer's queen.
_Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 16._
Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
The vanities of life forego,
And count their youthful follies o'er,
Till Memory lends her light no more.
_Rokeby. Canto v. Stanza 1._
No pale gradations quench his ray,
No twilight dews his wrath allay.
_Rokeby. Canto vi. Stanza 21._
Come as the winds come, when
Forests are rended;
Come as the waves come, when
Navies are stranded.
_Pibroch of Donald Dhu._
A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere
working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may
venture to call himself an architect.
_Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxvii._
Bluid is thicker than water.[493-1]
_Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxviii._
It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.[493-2]
_The Antiquary. Chap. xi._
When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out of the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
_Ivanhoe. Chap. xxxix._
Sea of upturned faces.[493-3]
_Rob Roy. Chap. xx._
There 's a gude time coming.
_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxii._
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv._
Scared out of his seven senses.[493-4]
_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv._
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
_Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv._
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.[494-1]
_Answer to the Author of Waverley to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck.
The Monastery._
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
_The Monastery. Chap. xii._
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
_The Monastery. Chap. xii._
Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea.
The orange flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea.
_Quentin Durward. Chap. iv._
Widowed wife and wedded maid.
_The Betrothed. Chap. xv._
Woman's faith and woman's trust,
Write the characters in dust.
_The Betrothed. Chap. xx._
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed
the milky mothers of the herd.[494-2]
_The Betrothed. Chap. xxviii._
But with the morning cool reflection came.[494-3]
_Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv._
What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that
it runs back to a successful soldier?[494-4]
_Woodstock. Chap. xxxvii._
The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of
Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.
_The Talisman. Introduction._
Rouse the lion from his lair.
_The Talisman. Chap. vi._
Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.[495-1]
_The Heart of Midlothian. Chap. viii._
Fat, fair, and forty.[495-2]
_St. Ronan's Well. Chap. vii._
"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived
from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was
knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.
_Peveril of the Peak. Chap. xlii._
Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could
claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.[495-3]
_Life of Napoleon._
The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.[495-4]
_Life of Napoleon._ (February, 1807.)
FOOTNOTES:
[488-1] Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us
by the way?--_Luke xxiv. 32._
Hath not thy heart within thee burned
At evening's calm and holy hour?
S. G. BULFINCH: _The Voice of God in the Garden._
[488-2] See Pope, page 341.
[489-1] See Freneau, page 443.
[489-2] Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.--LOVER: _Rory
O'More._
[490-1] See Shakespeare, page 144.
Scott, writing to Southey in 1810, said: "A witty rogue the other
day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of
stealing a passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had
never seen or heard of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends
with,--
"When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou!"
which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran,--
"Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
Fungeris angelico sola ministerio."
"It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart, "there are no
such lines."--_Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 294._ (American
edition.)
[490-2] Oh for the voice of that wild horn!--_Rob Roy, chap. ii._
[492-1] See Massinger, page 194.
[493-1] This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common
proverb of the seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other
collections of proverbs.
[493-2]
It is not linen you 're wearing out,
But human creatures's lives.
HOOD: _Song of the Shirt._
[493-3] DANIEL WEBSTER: _Speech, Sept. 30, 1842._
[493-4] Huzzaed out of my seven senses.--_Spectator, No. 616, Nov.
5, 1774._
[494-1] Fearful concatenation of circumstances.--DANIEL WEBSTER:
_Argument on the Murder of Captain White, 1830._
Fortuitous combination of circumstances.--DICKENS: _Our Mutual
Friend, vol. ii. chap. vii._ (American edition).
[494-2] See Spenser, page 27.
[494-3] See Rowe, page 301.
[494-4]
Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux:
Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux
(The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves
well his country has no need of ancestors).--VOLTAIRE: _Merope,
act i. sc. 3._
[495-1] The very words of a Highland laird, while on his
death-bed, to his son.
[495-2] See Dryden, page 275.
[495-3] See Pope, page 331.
[495-4] A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole
globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning
drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours,
circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the
martial airs of England.--DANIEL WEBSTER: _Speech, May 7, 1834._
Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in
the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we
have conquered for our king?--CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH: _Advertisements
for the Unexperienced, &c._ (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series,
vol. iii. p. 49).
It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that
the sun never sets on their dominions.--GAGE: _New Survey of the
West Indies. Epistle Dedicatory._ (London, 1648.)
I am called
The richest monarch in the Christian world;
The sun in my dominions never sets.
SCHILLER: _Don Karlos, act. i. sc. 6._
Altera figlia
Di quel monarca, a cui
Nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta
(The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark
[elsewhere] the sun never sets).--GUARINI: _Pastor Fido_ (1590).
On the marriage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria.
JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.
When the good man yields his breath
(For the good man never dies).[496-1]
_The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v._
Gashed with honourable scars,
Low in Glory's lap they lie;
Though they fell, they fell like stars,
Streaming splendour through the sky.
_The Battle of Alexandria._
Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.
_The Ocean. Line 54._
Once, in the flight of ages past,
There lived a man.
_The Common Lot._
Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.
_The West Indies. Part iii._
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.[496-2]
_The World before the Flood. Canto v._
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet _more_ exquisite when past.
_The Little Cloud._
Bliss in possession will not last;
Remembered joys are never past;
At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
They were, they are, they yet shall be.
_The Little Cloud._
Friend after friend departs;
Who hath not lost a friend?
There is no union here of hearts
That finds not here an end.
_Friends._
Nor sink those stars in empty night:
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.
_Friends._
'T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
_The Issues of Life and Death._
Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.
_The Issues of Life and Death._
Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
_The Issues of Life and Death._
Who that hath ever been
Could bear to be no more?
Yet who would tread again the scene
He trod through life before?
_The Falling Leaf._
Here in the body pent,
Absent from Him I roam,
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
A day's march nearer home.
_At Home in Heaven._
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
_The Earth full of God's Goodness._
Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
_Rest for the Soul._
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed,--
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
_What is Prayer?_
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
_What is Prayer?_
FOOTNOTES:
[496-1] Thnêskein mê lege tous agathous (Say not that the good
die).--CALLIMACHUS: _Epigram x._
[496-2] See Barbauld, page 433.
SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834.
He holds him with his glittering eye,
And listens like a three years' child.[498-1]
_The Ancient Mariner. Part i._
Red as a rose is she.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part i._
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea,
Off shot the spectre-bark.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._
And thou art long and lank and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.[498-2]
_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._
Alone, alone,--all, all alone;
Alone on a wide, wide sea.
_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._