Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades? Down, down, for ever down with the mitre and the crown, With the Belial of the Court, and the Mammon of the Pope; There is woe in Oxford Halls; there is wail in Durham's Stalls: The Jesuit smites his bosom: the Bishop rends his cope. And She of the seven hills shall mourn her children's ills, ROSABELLE O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay! 'Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! 'The blackening wave is edged with white; 'Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; 1 Inch, isle. ''Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir ''Tis not because the ring they ride, O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden. Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud, Seem'd all on fire within, around, Shone every pillar foliage-bound, And glimmer'd all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold And each St. Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild wings sung, SCOTT. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER IN SEVEN PARTS PART I IT is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ? The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; '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. 6 Higher and higher every day Till over the mast at noon--' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast For he heard the loud bassoon. The Bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. 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 roar'd 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, 'And through the drifts the snowy clifts Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. 'The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd, Like noises in a swound! 'At length did cross an Albatross, As if it had been a Christian soul 'It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit ; The helmsman steer'd us through. 'And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! 'In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perch'd for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.' 'God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ? '-' With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross !' 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. |