Whose waves oft leaping on their craggy course
Made dance the low-hung willow's dripping twigs;
And where it spread into a glassy lake,
Of the old oak which on the smooth expanse
Imag'd its hoary mossy-mantled boughs.

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[Vide ante, p. 186.]

THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE',

IN SEVEN PARTS.

ARGUMENT

How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the Tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.

I.

IT is an ancyent Marinere,

And he stoppeth one of three:

"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now wherefore stoppest me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide,

"And I am next of kin;

"The Guests are met, the Feast is set,-
"May'st hear the merry din.

But still he holds the wedding-guest-
There was a Ship, quoth he-
"Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,
"Marinere! come with me."

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1 First published in Lyrical Ballads, 1798, pp. [1]-27; republished in Lyrical Ballads, 1800, vol. i; Lyrical Ballads, 1802, vol. i; Lyrical Ballads, 1805, vol. i; reprinted in The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Appendix. pp. 404-29, London: E. Moxon, Son, and Company, [1870]; reprinted in Lyrical Ballads edition of 1798, edited by Edward Dowden, LL.D., 1890, in P. W., 1893, Appendix E, pp. 512-20, and in Lyrical Ballads, edited by Thomas Hutchinson, 1898. The text of the present issue has been collated with that of an early copy of Lyrical Ballads, 1798 (containing Lewti, pp. 63-7), presented by Coleridge to his sister-in-law, Miss Martha Fricker. The lines were not numbered in L. B., 1798.

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He holds him with his skinny hand,

Quoth he, there was a Ship

"Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!
"Or my Staff shall make thee skip.

He holds him with his glittering eye-
The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child;
The Marinere hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
He cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancyent man,
The bright-eyed Marinere.

The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd-
Merrily did we drop

Below the Kirk, below the Hill,

Below the Light-house top.

The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the Sea came he:

And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the Sea.

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon

The wedding-guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,
Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry Minstralsy.

The wedding-guest he beat his breast.

Yet he cannot chuse but hear:
And thus spake on that ancyent Man,
The bright-eyed Marinere.

Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,

A Wind and Tempest strong!

For days and weeks it play'd us freaks-
Like Chaff we drove along.

Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
And it grew wond'rous cauld:

And Ice mast-high came floating by
As green as Emerauld.

And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen;

Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken-
The Ice was all between.

The Ice was here, the Ice was there,

The Ice was all around:

It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd-
Like noises of a swound.

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At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the Fog it came;

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And an it were a Christian Soul,
We hail'd it in God's name.

The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit,
The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The Albatross did follow;

And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!

In mist or cloud on mast or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine,

Whiles all the night thro' fog smoke-white,
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.

"God save thee, ancyent Marinere!

"From the fiends that plague thee thus"Why look'st thou so?"-with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.

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II.

The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;

And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!

63 And an] As if MS. corr. by S. T. C. fog-smoke white. 83 weft [S. T. C.]

75 Corrected in the Errata!

And I had done an hellish thing
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.

Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay
That bring the fog and mist.

The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free:

We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.

Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,

'Twas sad as sad could be

And we did speak only to break

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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, ne breath ne motion,

As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.

Water, water, every where,

And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, everywhere,

Ne any drop to drink.

The very deeps 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 danc'd at night;

The water, like a witch's oils,

Burnt green and blue and white.

With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Ne could we laugh, ne wail:

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Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood

I bit my arm and suck'd the blood
And cry'd, A sail! a sail!

With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin

And all at once their breath drew in
As they were drinking all.

She doth not tack from side to side-
Hither to work us weal

Withouten wind, withouten tide

She steddies with upright keel.

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