ILLUSTRATIONS.

At length did cross an Albatross

It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.

Merrily did we drop

Below the kirk, below the hill.

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And every day, for food or play,

Came to the mariners' hollo!.

With my cross-bow

I shot the Albatross

Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

As idle as a painted ship

Upon a painted ocean

Instead of the cross, the Albatross

About my neck was hung.

When looking westward, I beheld
A something in the sky.

When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun

I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
I fear thy skinny hand!

The moving Moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide

A spring of love gushed from my heart,

And I blessed them unaware .

Till noon we quietly sailed on,

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Yet never a breeze did breathe

I heard, and in my soul discerned
Two voices in the air

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

The dead men stood together..

And on the bay the moonlight lay,

And the shadow of the moon .

The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
Why, this is strange, I trow! .

E. DUNCAN.

The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred
I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go

To walk together to the kirk,

And all together pray

He prayeth well, who loveth well

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