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THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL.
HE too has flitted from his secret nest, ,
Hope's last and dearest child without a
II. Yes ! he hath flitted from me—with what aim, Or why, I know not ! 'Twas a home of bliss, And he was innocent, as the pretty shame Of babe, that tempts and shuns the menaced kiss, From its twy-cluster'd hiding place of snow! Pure as the babe, I ween, and all aglow As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's breastHer eyes down gazing o'er her clasped charge ; Yet gay as that twice happy father's kiss, That well might glance aside, yet never miss, Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet a targeTwice wretched he who hath been doubly blest !
(As if to them his faith he ne'er did plight)
Ah ! he is gone, and yet will not depart !-
* Faërie Queene, B. III. C. 2, s. 19.
Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,
KUBLA KHAN : OR, A VISION IN A
[OF THE FRAGMENT OF KUBLA KHAN. The following Fragment is here published at the request of a poet of great and deserved celebrity, and as far as the Author's own opinions are concerned, rather as a psychological curiosity than on the ground of any supposed poetic merits.
In the summer of the year 1797, the Author, then in ill health, had retired to a lonely farm-house between Porlock and Linton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire. In consequence of a slight indisposition, an anodyne had been prescribed, from the effects of which he fell asleep in his chair at the moment that he was reading the following sentence, or words of the same substance, in “ Purchas's Pilgrimage:” “Here the Khan Kubla commanded a palace
to be built, and a stately garden thereunto. And thus ten miles of fertile ground were inclosed with a wall." The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort. On awaking he appeared to himself to have a distinct recollection of the whole, and taking his pen, ink, and paper, instantly and eagerly wrote down the lines that are here preserved. At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport f of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas ! without the after restoration of the latter.
Yet from the still surviving recollections in his mind,
* The exact words are these :-"In Xamdu did Cublai Can build a stately Palace, encompassing sixteene miles of plaine ground with a wall, wherein are fertile Meddowes, pleasant Springs, delightfull Streames, and all sorts of beasts of chase and game, and in the middest thereof a sumptuous house of pleasure.”—Purchas his Pilgrimage : Lond. fol. 1626, Bk. 4. chap. 13, p. 418.-E..
the Author has frequently purposed to finish for himself what had been originally, as it were, given to him. Aõplov* ádcov ãow : but the to-morrow is yet to come.
As a contrast to this vision, I have annexed a fragment of a very different character, describing with equal fidelity the dream of pain and disease.]
IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were † gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossom'd many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding | sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
ing, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced :
# And folding—ib.