To humbler functions, awful Power! The confidence of reason give; And in the light of truth thy Bondman let me live! SONNETS WRITTEN IN LONDON, SEPTEMBER, 1802 O Friend! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, LONDON, 1802 Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart: "WHEN I HAVE BORNE IN MEMORY" (1802) When I have borne in memory what has tamed Of those unfilial fears I am ashamed, For dearly must we prize thee; we who find COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, Earth has not anything to show more fair: This City now doth, like a garment, wear All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. The river glideth at his own sweet will: COMPOSED UPON THE BEACH, NEAR CALAIS, It is a beauteous evening, calm and free; And doth with his eternal motion make Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, "THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US" The world is too much with us: late and soon, We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! Samuel Taylor Coleridge 1772-1834 THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER IN SEVEN PARTS (From the Lyrical Ballads, 1798) 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. PART I An ancient Ma- It is an ancient Mariner, riner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one. The Wedding And he stoppeth one of three, 'By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. Guest is spell He holds him with his glittering eye- eye of the old seafaring man, And listens like a three years' child: to hear his tale. The Mariner hath his will. and constrained The Wedding Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner con The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: And thus spake on that ancient man, 'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The sun came up upon the left And he shone bright, and on the right Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes tinueth his tale. The merry minstrelsy. The ship driven by a storm to ward the south pole. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, 'And now the Storm-blast came, and he He struck with his o'ertaking wings, With sloping masts and dipping prow, |