'TIS VIS a strange place, this Limbo !_not a Place, Yet name it so ;-where Time and weary

Space Fettered from flight, with night-mare sense of fleeing, Strive for their last crepuscular half-being ;Lank Space, and scytheless Time with branny hands Barren and soundless as the measuring sands, Not mark’d by flit of Shades—unmeaning they As moonlight on the dial of the day! But that is lovely-looks like human Time,An old man with a steady look sublime, That stops his earthly task to watch the skies ; But he is blind—a statue hath such eyes ;Yet having moonward turned his face by chance, Gazes the orb with moon-like countenance, With scant white hairs, with foretop bold and high, He gazes still,-his eyeless face all eye ;As 'twere an organ full of silent sight, His whole face seemeth to rejoice in light !Lip touching lip, all moveless, bust and limb He seems to gaze at that which seems to gaze on

him. No such sweet sights doth Limbo den immure, Wall'd round, and made a spirit-jail secure, By the mere horror of blank Naught-at-all, Whose circumambience doth these ghosts enthral. A lurid thought is growthless, dull Privation, Yet that is but a Purgatory curse ; Hell knows a fear far worse, A fear—a future state ;—’tis positive Negation !

SOLE Positive of Night!

Antipathist of Light!
Fate's only essence ! primal scorpion rod-
The one permitted opposite of God! -
Condensed blackness and abysmal storm

Compacted to one sceptre
Arms the Grasp enorm--

The Intercepter-
The Substance that still casts the shadow Death !

The Dragon foul and fell

The unrevealable,
And hidden one, whose breath
Gives wind and fuel to the fires of Hell !

Ah! sole despair

Of both th' eternities in Heaven! Sole interdict of all bedewing prayer,

The all-compassionate!

Save to the Lampads Seven
Revealed to none of all th’ Angelic State,

Save to the Lampads Seven,
That watch the throne of Heaven!


Rime of the Ancient Mariner.





FACILE credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visi. biles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit, et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ?

Quid agunt quæ

loca habitant ? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoqne in auimo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari; ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.T.-BURNET. ARCHÆOL. PHIL. p. 68.

An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants, bid

PART I. IT is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three. “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, den om Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

wedding; "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.”

feast, and detaineth one.

He holds him with his skinny hand,

There was a ship,” quoth he.

“Hold off ! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

The wed. He holds him with his glittering eye

The wedding-guest stood still, the eye of. And listens like a three years' child : faring man, The Mariner hath his will.

ding guest is spell bound by

strained to hear his tale.

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 light-house top.

The Ma The sun came up upon the left,

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

riner tells how the ship sailed

and fair weather till it reached

the Line. 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 wed: The bride hath paced into the hall, the bridal Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes tinueth his The merry minstrelsy,

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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.

The ship drawn by a storm towards the south pole.

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 south ward aye we fled,

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

green as emerald.

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

The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and

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.

Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow fog, and

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