That Coleridge should have composed the Kubla Khan under its influence is in nowise remarkable.
In truth, they were like the work of dreams: they were Kubla Khan, only more so.
"Kubla Khan" is a fragment, painting a gorgeous Oriental dream picture, such as one might see in an October sunset.
It was Kubla Khan's capital, and has been the metropolis of the empire since 1421.
Kubla Khan went unfinished because the call of a friend broke the thread of the reverie in which it was composed.
Most of them are as different from the true irresistible magic of fancy as Thalaba from Kubla Khan.
I have no doubt—other theories to the contrary—that "Kubla Khan" broke off suddenly because Coleridge dropped off to sleep.
Another strangely beautiful poem, Kubla Khan—which came to him, he said, in sleep—is even more fragmentary.
Wan-theen-seang would not submit to the Mongols, and was slain by Kubla Khan.
Kubla Khan, with its slumberous melody and vague music, embodies the Asiatic sentiment.
An evocative poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge about an exotic emperor. It begins with these lines: “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan / A stately pleasure-dome decree....”