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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
By S. T. Coleridge.
An ancient Mariner mecteththree Gal ants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one.
The wedding-guest is spellbound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.
IT is an ancient Mariner,
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, tillit reached the line.
The wedding-guest heareth the bridal music; but the mariner continueth his tale.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
The ship drawn by & storm
toward the south pole.
The land of ice, and of
fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.
Till a great sea-bird called the Albatross came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality
And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward, thro' fog and floating ice.
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
PART THE SECOND. The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners' bollo ! And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow ! Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow stream'd off free: We were the first that ever burst Into the silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink ; Water water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
His ship-mates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the sanie, and
thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.
The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocear, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.
The ship hath been suddenly becalm. ed.
And the Albatross begins to be avenged.
A spirit had followed them; one of the invisi. ble inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; con. cerning whom the learn. ed Jew,Josephus, and the Platonic Constanti. nopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consult. ed. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.
About, about, in reel and rout
The ship-mates, in
The Ríme of the Ancient Mariner.
PART THE THIRD.
The ancient Ma. niner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.
THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.
A flash of joy.
And horror follows For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ?
It but the skeleton of a ship
And its ribs are seen as bars on the
and her Death. mate, and no other on board the skele.
See ! See ! (I cried) she tacks no more !
face of the setting And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ?
The spectre woman Is DEATH that Woman's mate? Her lips were red, her looks were free,
ton-ship. Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy,
Like vessel, like The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came,
IN DEATH, have And the twain were casting dice :
diced for the ship's
crew and she (the “ The game is done! I've won ! l've won !" latter) winneth the Quoth she, and whistles thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans. The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : 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 side ways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seem’d to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white, From the sails the dews did dripTill clombe above the eastern bar
At the rising of The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
DEATH and LIFE.