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The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

“ And now the storm-blast came, and he The ship

drawn by a Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o’ertaking wings, south pole. And chased us south along.

storm toward the

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast

, loud roared the blast, /?/ And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As

green as emerald.

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And through the drifts the snowy clifts The land of

ice, and of Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken— where no The ice was all between.

living thing

fearful
sounds

was to be seen.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around : [howled,
It cracked and growled, and roared and
Like noises in a swound !

Till a great At length did cross an Albatross,
called the Through the fog it came;
Albatross,

As if it had been a Christian soul,
Through the
snow-fog,

We hailed it in God's name.

came

and was received with

great joy It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
and hospi-
ality.

And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steered us through!

Albatross

it returned northward

And lo! the And a good south wind sprung up
proveth a behind;
bird of good
omen, and The Albatross did follow,
the ship as And every day, for food or play,

Came to the mariners' hollo !
through fog
and floating

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke

white,
Glimmered the white moon-shine.”

ice.

Mariner

killeth the

The ancient « God save thee, ancient Mariner !
inhospitably From the fiends, that plague thee
pious bird of thus !
good omen.
Why look’st thou so ?

_" With my
cross-bow
I shot the Albatross."

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PART II.

The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew

behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo !

And I had done a hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe :
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.

the fog

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, But when The glorious Sun uprist:

cleared off,

they justify Then all averred, I had killed the bird the same, That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to

complices in slay, That bring the fog and mist.

and thus make themselves ac

the crime.

The fair

The fair breeze blew, the white foam biteze continues; the fiew, ship enters the Pacific The furrow followed free; Ocean, and sails north- We were the first that ever burst till it reach. Into that silent sea. es the Line.

The ship hath been suddenly becalmed

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt

down,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
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, nor breath nor motion ;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

And the
Albatross

Water, water, everywhere, begins to be And all the boards did shrink ; avenged.

Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: 0 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 danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assured were A Spirit had

followed Of the Spirit that plagued us so;

them; one

of the inviNine fathom deep he had followed us sible inha

bitants of From the land of mist and snow. this planet,

neither de

parted souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without

one or more.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root ;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young !
Instead of the cross the Albatross
About

my

neck was hung

The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead seu-bird round his neck.

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