by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia， my dear， this does everything crown！ Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town？ And whence such fair garme...
by Stephen Dunn When Mother died I thought： now I'll have a death poem. That was unforgivable yet I've since forgiven myself as sons are able ...
Part VII This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears！ He loves to talk with mariners That co...
Part VI FIRST VOICE 'But tell me， tell me！ speak again， Thy soft response renewing—— What makes that ship drive on so fast？ What is th...
Part V Oh sleep！ it is a gentle thing， Beloved from pole to pole！ To Mary-Queen the praise be given！ She sent the gentle sleep from heaven， That slid ...
Part IV "I fear thee， ancient mariner！ I fear thy skinny hand！ And thou art long， and lank， and brown， As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and...
Part III There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched， and glazed each eye. A weary time！ A weary time！ How glazed each weary eye， When looking ...
Part II 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. And the good south wind st...
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Part I It is an ancient mariner And he stoppeth one of three. ——"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye...
by G. E. Patterson Where you are now， the only lights are stars and oil lamps flaring on vine-covered porches. Where you are now， it must be midnight....