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by: samuel taylor coleridge


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And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,

A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever

It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man,

And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:


And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair!


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The shadow of the pleasure dome # Floated midway on the waves; # Where was heard the mingled measure # From the fountain and the caves. # It was a miracle of rare device, # A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!


WAR!

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

Ancestral voices

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