Excertos

Cymbeline

William Shakespeare

Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.


Kubla Khan

S.T. Coleridge

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimet she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would built that dome in air,
That sunny dome! Those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.


Tyger Tyger (first version)

William Blake

Burnt in distant deeps or skies
The cruel fire of thine eyes
Could heart descend or wings aspire
What the hand dare seize the fire

And what shoulder & what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart
And when thy heart began to beat
What dread hand & what dread feet

Could fetch it from the furnace deep
And thy horrid ribs dare steep
In the well of sanguine woe
In what clay & in what mould
Were thy eyes of fury roll'd

Tyger Tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night
What imortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearfull symmetry