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At length did cross an Albatross, E. H. Wehnert . Title.

It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three E. H. Wehnert . . 6

Merrily did we drop

Below the kirk, below the hill Birket Foster . . 7

Nodding their heads before her goes

The merry minstrelsy E. H. Wehnert . . 9

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

As green as emerald E. Duncan. ... 10

A nd every day, for food or play,

Came to the mariners' hollo! E. H. Wehnert . . 12

With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross E. H. Wehnert . . 13

Ah wretch I said they, the bird to slay,

That made the breeze to blow! E. H. Wehnert . . 14

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean E.duncan. ... 16

Instead of the cross, the A Ibatross

About my neck wasJiung E. H. Wehnert . . 18

When looking westward, I beheld

A something in the sky E. H. Wehnert . . 19

When that strange shape drove suddenly

Betwixt us and the Sun E.duncan. ... 21

Drauu by l'fítje

The naked hulk alongside came,

And the twain were casting dice E. H. Wehnert . . 23

The souls did from their bodies fly,

They fled to bliss or woe! E. H. Wehnert . . 24

I fear thee, ancient Mariner!

I fear thy skinny hand I E. H. Wehnert . . 26

The moving Moon went up the sky,

And nowhere did abide E. Duncan, ... 29

A spring of love gushed from my heart,

And I blessed them unaware E. H. Wehnert . . -50

Till noon we quietly sailed on,

Yet never a breeze did breathe E. Duncan .

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I heard, and in my soul discerned

Two voices in the air E. H. Wehnert . . 36

"Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;

The dead men stood together E. H. Wehnert . . 39

And on the bay the moonlight lay,

And the shadow of the moon Birket Foster . . 41

The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,

Why, this is strange, I trow! E. H. Wehnert . . 44

The boat came closer to the ship,

But Inor spake nor stirred E.duncan. ... 46

I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,

Who now doth crazy go E. H. Wehnert . . 47

To walk together to the kirk,

And all together pray E. H. .wehnert . . 49

He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast E. H. Wehnert . . 51

Engraved by Horace Harral and Edmund Evans.

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