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How a Ship, having first sailed to the Equator, was driven by Storms, to the cold Country towards the South Pole ; how the Ancient Mariner cruelly, and in contempt of the laws of hospitality, killed a Sea-bird ; and how he was followed by many and strange Judgements; and in what manner he came back to his own Country




It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three : “ By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye

“ Now wherefore stoppest me?

“ The Bridegroom's doors are opend 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,

“ Mariner! come with me."

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 Mariner hath his will.

The wedding-guest sate on a stone,

He cannot chuse but hear :
And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner.

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 noonThe 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.

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