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		<title>Kenneth: Created page with &quot;&lt;pre&gt; Kubla Khan BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.  In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Th...&quot;</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt; Kubla Khan BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.  In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Th...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;pre&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kubla Khan&lt;br /&gt;
BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE&lt;br /&gt;
Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.&lt;br /&gt;
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan&lt;br /&gt;
A stately pleasure-dome decree:&lt;br /&gt;
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran&lt;br /&gt;
Through caverns measureless to man&lt;br /&gt;
   Down to a sunless sea.&lt;br /&gt;
So twice five miles of fertile ground&lt;br /&gt;
With walls and towers were girdled round;&lt;br /&gt;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,&lt;br /&gt;
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;&lt;br /&gt;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,&lt;br /&gt;
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.&lt;br /&gt;
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But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted&lt;br /&gt;
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!&lt;br /&gt;
A savage place! as holy and enchanted&lt;br /&gt;
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted&lt;br /&gt;
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!&lt;br /&gt;
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,&lt;br /&gt;
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,&lt;br /&gt;
A mighty fountain momently was forced:&lt;br /&gt;
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst&lt;br /&gt;
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,&lt;br /&gt;
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:&lt;br /&gt;
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever&lt;br /&gt;
It flung up momently the sacred river.&lt;br /&gt;
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion&lt;br /&gt;
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,&lt;br /&gt;
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,&lt;br /&gt;
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;&lt;br /&gt;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far&lt;br /&gt;
Ancestral voices prophesying war!&lt;br /&gt;
   The shadow of the dome of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;
   Floated midway on the waves;&lt;br /&gt;
   Where was heard the mingled measure&lt;br /&gt;
   From the fountain and the caves.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a miracle of rare device,&lt;br /&gt;
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
   A damsel with a dulcimer&lt;br /&gt;
   In a vision once I saw:&lt;br /&gt;
   It was an Abyssinian maid&lt;br /&gt;
   And on her dulcimer she played,&lt;br /&gt;
   Singing of Mount Abora.&lt;br /&gt;
   Could I revive within me&lt;br /&gt;
   Her symphony and song,&lt;br /&gt;
   To such a deep delight ’twould win me,&lt;br /&gt;
That with music loud and long,&lt;br /&gt;
I would build that dome in air,&lt;br /&gt;
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!&lt;br /&gt;
And all who heard should see them there,&lt;br /&gt;
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!&lt;br /&gt;
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!&lt;br /&gt;
Weave a circle round him thrice,&lt;br /&gt;
And close your eyes with holy dread&lt;br /&gt;
For he on honey-dew hath fed,&lt;br /&gt;
And drunk the milk of Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;
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ref: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kubla_Khan&lt;br /&gt;
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ref: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43991/kubla-khan&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Kenneth</name></author>
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