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They stood as signals to the land,
This seraph-band each waved his hand,
No voice; but, Ö, the silence sank
I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer;
My head was turned perforce away,
The pilot and the pilot's boy,
Dear Lord in heaven, it was a joy
I saw a third,
It is the hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he 'll wash away
THIS hermit good lives in that wood
The hermit of the
He kneels at morn, and noon, and
eth the ship with won
The ship suddenly sinketh.
THE ANCIENT MARINER.
It is the moss that wholly hides
The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
Where are those lights sc many and fair,
Strange, by my faith!" the hermit said, —
The planks look warped! and see those sails,
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were
"Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look,"
The pilot made reply;
"I am a-feared.".
"Push on, push on!"
Said the hermit cheerily.
The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
Under the water it rumbled on,
It reached the ship, it spl t the bay ;
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drowned,
My body lay afloat;
But, swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the pilot's-boat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
I moved my lips,
the pilot shrieked,
And fell down in a fit;
The holy hermit raised his eyes,
I took the oars: the pilot's boy,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see,
And now, all in my own countree,
The hermit stepped forth from the boat,
"O, shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man! The hermit crossed his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
The ancien mariner is saved in the pilot's boat.
The ancient mariner earnestly entreateth the hermit to shrieve him ; and the penance of life falls on him:
And ever and anon,
throughout life, an ago
him to try
el from ad to land,
THE ANCIENT MARINER.
Which forced me to begin my tale;
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
And till my ghastly tale is told,
I pass like night from land to land;
What loud uproar bursts from that door!
O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
So lonely 't was, that God himself
O, sweeter than the marriage-feast,
To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
And youths and maidens gay!
Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
He prayeth best who loveth best
The mariner, whose eye is bright,
He went like one that hath been stunned
A sadder and a wiser man
And to teach, by ais
ple, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.
MIRABEAU. - Sterling.
Nor oft has peopled Earth sent up
A greater power had fled away
Than aught that now remained behind.
The scathed and haggard face of will,
And look so strong with weaponed thought,
Had been to many million hearts
The All between themselves and naught;