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THE ANCIENT MARINER.
life, an ago.
ny constraineth him to trav el from land to land,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And ever and anon,
throughout That agony returns :
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
And till my ghastly tale is told,
I pass like night from land to land;
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
O, sweeter than the marriage-feast,
To walk together to the kirk
To walk together to the kirk,
While each to his great Father bends,
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
He prayeth west who loveth best
The mariner, whose eye is bright,
He went like one that hath been stunned
A sadder and a wiser man
MIRABEAU. -- Sterling.
Nor oft has peopled Earth sent up
So deep and wide a groan before,
For well the startled sense divined
Than aught that now remained behind.
And to teach, by his
and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.
The scathed and haggard face of will,
And look so strong with weaponed thought,
The All between themselves and naught;
And so they stood aghast and pale,
For he, while all men trembling peered.
The wearied master of the spell.
A myriad hands like shadows weak,
Or stiff and sharp as bestial claws,
That bore his country's life and laws;
And quailed beneath the living grasp
Nor pleasure's cup can madly clasp.
France did not reck how fierce a storm
When death sank heavily on him ;
Of toiling smoke and blasting flame,
Were summed for him as guilt and shame.
The wondrous life that flowed so long,
It rolled with mighty breadth and sound
And left a barren waste of sand.
To them at first the world appeared
Aground, and lying shipwrecked there, And freedom's folded flag no more
With dazzling sun-burst filled the air; But 't is in after years for men
A sadder and a greater thing, To muse upon the inward heart
Of him who lived the People's King.
O wasted strength! O light and calm
Poured down by too benignant Heaven. We see not stars unfixed by winds,
Or lost in aimless thunder-peals;
The mountain hears the torrent dash,
Those eyes that joyous drink the sun:
A crown of peaceful glory shed.
Alas! Yet wherefore mourn? The law
And noblest gifts, if basely used,
The lamp, that, 'mid the sacred cell,
On heavenly forms its glory sheds,
A poisonous vapor glimmering spreads
Enormous through the twilight swell, Till o'er the withered world and heart
Rings loud and slow the dooming knell.
No more I hear a nation's shout
Around the hero's tread prevailing,
A nation's fierce, bewildered wailing;
And think of man and all his woe