Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems

eedom! O forgi

ce, I hear thy

lvetia's icy

s upon her blood

your peaceful c

eeing, spot you

nds; forgive me,

t ever blessed

age and trai

er jealous ho

-race to

e their stormy

inexpia

odless freedom o

ockest Heaven, a

only in pern

asts, Champion o

ngs in the low

t, and share th

shrine of Libe

orn; to tempt