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The ancient mari.
The mariner fello The sun came up upon the left, In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine:
Glimmer'd the white moonshine.
“God save thee, ancient mariner!
Why look'st thou so?'”— With my bird of good For he heard the loud bassoon.
I shot the ALBATROSS. The wedding. The bride hath paced into the hall, guest heareth the Red as a rose is she ;
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo !
His shipmate cry
out against the And chased us south along.
And it would work 'em wo:
of good-luck. As who pursued with yell and blow
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !
cleared off, they The glorious sun uprist:
justify the same, And southward aye we fled.
Then all averr'a, I had kill'd the bird and thus make And now there came both mist and That brought the fog and mist.
complices in the snow,
'Twas right, said they, such birds to crime.
continues; the The land of ice, And through the drifts the snowy
ship enters the and of learful clists The furrow follow'd free;
Pacific Ocean, and Bounds, where no living thing was Did send a dismal sheen :
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt The ship, hath
been suddenly down,
becalmed. The ice was here, the ice was there,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand, bird, called the Thorough the fog it came ;
No bigger than the moon. albatross, through the snow As if it had been a Christian soul, Day after day, day after day, fog, and was received with great We hail'd it in God's name.
We stuck, nor breath nor motion; joy and hospita
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And the albatross
begins to be The helmsman steer'd us through! And all the boards did shrink :
Water, water, everywhere, And lo! the alba. And a good south wind sprung up
Nor any drop to drink. tross proveth a bird of good behind;
The very deep did rot: 0 Christ! omen, and follow. The albatross did follow, eth the ship as it
That ever this should be ! returned north And every day, for food or play, Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs ward through fog Came to the mariner's hollo ! and floating ice.
Upon the slimy sea.
sails northward even till it reach. es the line
to be seen.
riner beboldeth a
About, about, in reel and rout When that strange shape drove sud-
but the skeleton A spirit had fol. And some in dreams assured were
of a ship. lowed them; one of the spirit that plagued us so ;
(Heaven's mother send us grace !) habitants of this Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us As if through a dungeon-grate he planet,-peitber From the land of mist and snow.
Are those her sails that glance in the
seen as bars on The shipmates, in Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
the face of the their sore distress Had I from old and young! Did peer, as through a grate;
setting son. would sain throw the whole guilt on Instead of the cross, the albatross
And is that woman all her crew? the ancient mari. About my neck was hung.
Is that a Death, and are there two ? The spectrener;-in sign
Is Death that woman's mate?
woman and her whereof they
death-mate, and hang the dead
no other on board sea-bird round his PART III.
Her lips were red, her looks were the skeletoo-ship. Reck.
Like veszel, like
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-Death was
Who thicks man's blood with cold. The ancient ma. When looking westward, I beheld sign in the ele. A something in the sky.
The naked hulk alongside came,
Death and Life ment afar odl.
in. Death have
And the twain were casting dice;
diced for the
she, the latter, It moved and moved, and took at last
wianeth the anQuoth she, and whistles thrice. cient mariner. A certain shape, I wist.
The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush No twilight A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
within the courts
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
Off shot the spectre-bark.
We listen'd and look'd sideways up! At the rising or lips baked,
Fear at my heart, as at a cup, ship; and at a We could nor laugh nor wail; dear ransom be
My life-blood seem'd to sip! freeth his speech Through utter drought all dumb we
The stars were dim, and thick the from the bonds of stood;
The steersman's face by his lamp
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned moon, with one bright
more! a ship, that comes
Too quick for groan or sigh, onward without Hither to work us weal;
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly wind or tide? Without a breeze, without a tide,
And cursed me with his eye.
drop down dead. Almost upon the western wave With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, Rested the broad bright sun;
They dropp'd down one by one.
of the sun.
eth him to be a
eth to relate his
But Life-in-Death The souls did from their bodies fly,– Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship By the light of the The wedding “ I FEAR thee, ancient mariner!
moon he behold.
I watch'd the water-snakes; guest feareth that a spirit is talking I fear thy skinny hand! (brown,
They moved in tracks of shining tures of the great to him ; And thou art long, and lank, and
white, As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*
And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, life, and proceed. This body dropt not down.
They coil'd and swam ;
and every horrible penance. Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Was a flash of golden fire.
Their beauty and
Their beauty might declare; Ho despiseth the The many men, so beautiful!
A spring of love gush'd from my creatures of the And they all dead did lie:
He blesseth them And a thousand thousand slimy things And I bless’d them unaware:
in his heart. Lived on; and so did I.
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware. And envieth that I look'd upon the rotting sea, they should live, And drew my eyes away ;
The selssame moment I could pray ;
The spell begins and so many lie
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
and the sky,
The silly buckets on the deck, By grace of the
holy mother, the
I dreamt that they were fill'd with is refreshed with But the curse liv. The cold sweat melted from their eth for him in the limbs,
And when I awoke it rain'd. eye of the dead
Nor rot nor reek did they : (me
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
I was so light-almost
And was a blessed ghost.
And soon I heard a roaring wind :
It did not come anear;
strange sights and and firedness be And nowhere did abide :
But with its sound it shook the sails, commotions in yeart
the sky and the the journeying Softly she was going up,
That were so thin and sere.
element. moon, and the And a star or two beside
The upper air burst into life!
And to and fro, and in and out,
loud, autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part
And the sails did sigh like sedge ; composed.
stars that still 80
And the rain pour'd down from one It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath. The bodies of the The loud wind never reach'd the
Under the keel nine fathom deep, ship's crew are
ship, inspired, and the
spirit from the From the land of mist and snow,
south pole carries ship moves on. Yet now the ship moved on !
The spirit slid : and it was he on the ship as far Beneath the lightning and the moon
as the line, in That made the ship to go.
obedience to the The dead men gave a groan. The sails at noon left off their tune, angelie troop, but
The sun, right np above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean :
With a short uneasy motion
Backwards and forwards half her
With a short uneasy motion.
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay, The polar spirit's
demoss, I have not to declare ;
the invisible inStood by me, knee to knee;
But ere my living life return'd, babitants of the The body and I pull'd at one rope,
element, take part I heard and in my soul discern'd
in his wrong; But he said naught to me. Two voices in the air.
and two of them
relate, one to the But not by the “ I fear thee, ancient mariner!”
other, that peo
“ Is it he ?” quoth one, “is this the ance long and souls of the men, por by daemons of Be calm, thou wedding-guest:
beavy for the anearth or middle 'Twas not those souls that fied in
By Him who died on cross, air, but by a
hath been accord. blessed troop of pain, With his cruel bow he laid full low
ed to the polar angelic spirits, Which to their corses came again,
The harmless albatross. sent down by the But a troop of spirits blest:
turneth southinvocation of the
“ The spirit who bideth by himself
He loved the bird that loved the man
Who shot him with his bow."
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
And penance more will do."
Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky,
But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing-
What is the ocean doing ?
The ocean hath no blast;
If he may know which way to go ; We drifted o'er the harbour bar,
Or let me sleep alway.
been cast into a
rits leave the
The harbour bay was clear as glass, The mariner hath But why drives on that ship so fast, So smoothly it was strewn! trance ; for the Without or wave or wind?
And on the bay the moonlight lay, angelic power
And the shadow of the moon. causeth the vessel to drive north. ward faster than the air is cut away before,
The rock shone bright, the kirk no human life could
That stands above the rock:
The steady weathercock.
And the bay was white with silent
The angelic spi-
In crimson colours came.
And appear in
their own forms
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;
A man all light, a seraph-man,
This seraph band, each waved his
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land, ly expiated.
This seraph band, each waved his
No voice did they impart
No voice; but O! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer ;
My head was turn'd perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrive my soul, he'll wash away
The albatross's blood.
This hermit good lives in that wood The bermit of And the ancient 0! dream of joy! is this, indeed, Which slopes down to the sea. mariner behold eth his native The light-house top I see?
How loudly his sweet voice he rears! country. Is this the bill? is this the kirk? He loves to talk with mariners Is this my own countrée ?
That come from a far countrée.