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I remember, I remember

The roses, red and white,
The violets and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light !
The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,–

The tree is living yet !
I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow !

I remember, I remember

The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven

Than when I was a boy.



The way was long and weary,

But gallantly they strode,
A country lad and lassie,

Along the heavy road.
The night was dark and stormy,

But hlithe of heart were they,
For shining in the distance

The Lights of London lay. O gleaming lamps of London that gem the

City's crown, What fortunes lie within you, O Lights of

London Town.

The years passed on and found them

Within the mighty fold,
The years had brought them trouble,

But brought them little gold.
Oft from their garret window,

On long still summer niglits, They'd seek the far-off country

Beyond the London lights. O mocking lamps of London, what weary

eyes look down, And mourn the day they saw you, O Lights

of London Town.

With faces worn and weary,

That told of sorrow's load, One day a man and woman

Crept down a country road. They sought their native village,

Heart-broken from the fray; Yet shining still behind them,

The Lights of London lay. O cruel lamps of London, if tears your light

could drown, Your victims' eyes would weep them, O

Lights of London town.



As slow our ship her foamy track

Against the wind was cleaving,
Her trembling pennant still looked back

To that dear isle 'twas leaving.
So loath we part from all we love,

From all the links that bind us; So turn our hearts, as on we rove,

To those we've left behind us !

And when, in other climes, we meet

Some isle or vale enchanting,
Where all looks flowery, wild and sweet,

And nought but love is wanting;
We think how great had been our bliss
If Heaven had but assigned us

To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us.

As travellers ost look back at eve

When eastward darkly going,
To gaze upon that light they leave

Still faint behind them glowing: -
So, when the close of pleasure's day

To gloom hath near consigned us,
We turn to catch one fading ray

Of joy that's left behind us.




It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three,
By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,

Now wherefore stopst thou me?
“The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,

And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the


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.
He holds him with his glittering eye--
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three-years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone;
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner:-

"The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared,

Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.

“The sun came up upon the left,

Out of the sea came he!
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

"Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner:-

And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

“With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold;
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

“And through the drifts the snowy clists
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

“The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound !

“At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

“It ate the food it ne'er had ate,

And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through !
“And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners' hollo !

“In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through sog-snioke white,
Glimmiered the white mioon-shine."

“God save thee, ancient Mariner !

From the fiends, that plague thee thus !
Why lookst thou so ?'5 With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."


‘The sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

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