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snow-log, and was received with great joy.


through the As if it had been a Christian soul,

We hailed it in God's name.
and hospi. It ate the food it ne'er had eat,

And round and round it fiew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;

The helmsman steered us through.
And, 10! the And a good south wind sprung up

behind ;
proveth a The albatross did follow,
contem, and And every day, for food or play,
the ship as Came to the mariner's hollo.
elecome one In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perched for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moonshine.

bird of good

it returned northward


The ancient “ God save thee, ancient mariner, boompitable From the fiends that plague thee thus ! pious bird of Why look’st thou so ?” With my crossbow

I shot the albatross.



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 mariner's hollo.

And I had done a hellish thing, out against And it would work 'em woe;

His shipmates cry

the ancient



mariner for killing the bird of good luck.

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:
’T was right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

But when
the fog
cleared off,
they justify
the same,
and thus
make them-
selves ac-
in the

The fair breeze blew, the white foam few,
The furrow followed free ;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.

The fair breeze con tinues; the ship enten the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward even till it reach es the line.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
'T was sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea !

The ship bath been suddenly becalmed.

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, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink ;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

And the al. batross be. gins to be avenged.

The very deep did rot : O Christ !
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout,
The death-fires danced at night ;
The water, like a witch's oils,

Burnt green, and blue, and white.
A spirit bad And some in dreams assured were
them, one or Of the spirit that plagued us so ;
inhabitants Nine fathom deep he had followed us
of her merFrom the land of mist and snow.

departed souls nor angels: concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root ;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

their Bore distress,

The coming Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks

Had I from old and young ! would fain Instead of the cross, the albatross whole guilt About my neck was hung.

cient mariner; in sign whereof, they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.


THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.

weary time! a weary time!

How glazed each weary eye, in far behold. When, looking westward, I beheld the element A something in the sky.

The an.

cient mar.

afar off.



At first it seemed a little speck,
And then it seemed a mist;
It moved, and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape I wist,
And still it neared and neared :
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged, and tacked, and veered.
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
We could not laugh nor wail ;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood;
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail ! a sail !

At its nearer approach, it see meth him to be a Ehip, and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape they heard me call;
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were drinking all.

A flash of joy.

And horror follows ; for can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ?

See! see! I cried, she tacks no more !
Hither, to work us weal,
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel !
The western wave was all a-flame,
The day was wellnigh done ;
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun ;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the sun.

And straight the sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's mother send us grace !)

It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.

As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.

Alas! thought I, and my heart beat loud,
llow fast she nears and nears !
Are those her sails that glance in the sun
Like restless gossameres ?

Andito rube Are those her ribs through which the sun
bate of the Did peer, as through a grate ?
setting sun. And is that woman all her crew ?
woman and is that a Death ? and are there two?
mate, and Is Death that woman's mate?

no other, on
board the

Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Like vessel, Her locks were yellow as gold ;

Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

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diced for the

Death and The naked hulk alongside came,
Death bave And the twain were casting dice;
ship's crew;
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game is done! I 've won, I 've won ! "
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

and she (the latter) win. neth the ancient mariner.

No twilight

courts of

The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out ; within the At one stride comes the dark;

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
Off shot the spectre-bark.

the sun.

of the inoon,

At the rising We listened and looked sideways up!

Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seemed to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night;
The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;

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