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And now the storm-blast came, and he "And the good south-wind still blew Was tyrannus and strong;

behind, He struck with his o'ertaking wings, But no sweet bird did follow; And chased us south along.

Nor any day for food or play

Came to the mariner's hollo !
“With sloping masts and dripping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow . And I had done a hellish thing,
Still treads the shadow of his foe,

And it would work 'em woe;
And forward bends his head,

For all ayerred I had killed the bird
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, That made the breeze to blow.
And southward aye we fled.

" Ah, wretch," said they, “the bird to

slay “And now there came both mist and snow, That made the breeze to blow ! " And it grew wondrous cold; And ice mast-high came floating by Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, As green as emerald.

The glorious sun uprist;

Then all averred I had killed the bird And through the drifts the snowy cliffs That brought the fog and mist. Did send a dismal sheen;

“ 'Twas right," said they, 'such birds to Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- slay The ice was all between.

That bring the fog and mist.” • The ice was here, the ice was there, The fair breeze blew, the white foam The ice was all around;

flew, It cracked and growled, and roared and The furrow followed free; howled,

We were the first that ever burst Like noises in a swound !

Into that silent sea.

• At length did cross an albatross, Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt Through the fog it came;

'Twas sad as sad could be ; (down, As if it had been a Christian soul,

And we did speak only to break We hailed it in God's name.

The silence of the sea ! It ate the food it ne'er had eat,

• All in a hot and copper sky, And round and round it flew ;

The bloody sun at noon The ice did split with a thunder-fit; Right up above the mast did stand, The helmsman steered us through No bigger than the moon. * And a good south wind sprung up be- 'Day after day, day after day, hind,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; The albatross did follow,

As idle as a painted ship And every day for food or play,

Upon a painted ocean. Came to the mariner's hollo !

Water, water everywhere, • In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, And all the boards did shrink; It perched for vespers nine;.

Water, water everywhere, While all the night, through fog-smoke Nor any drop to drink.

white, Glimmered the white moonshine.'

"The very deep did rot; O Christ !

That ever this should be ! "God save thee, ancient mariner,

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs From the fiends that plague thee thus ! Upon the slimy sea. Why look'st thou so ?? With my crossbow

About, about, in reel and rout I shot the albatross.

The death-fires danced at night;

The water, like a witch's oils,

Burnt green, and blue, and white.
• The sun now rose upon the right,
Out of the sea came he;

And some in dreams assured were Still hid in mist, and on the left

Of the spirit that plagued us so;
Went down to the sea.

Nine fathoms deep he had followed up
From the land of mist and spow.

* Alas, thought I, and my heart beat loud,
How fast she nears and nears;
Are those her sails that glance in the sun
Like restless gossameres?

• And

every tongue, through utter

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.

· Are those her ribs through which the sun
Did peer, as through a grate;
And is that woman all her crew ?
Is that a death, and are there two?
Is death that woman's mate?



Her lips were red, her looks were free, “There passed a weary time. Each throat Her locks were yellow as gold; Was parched, and glazed each eye.

Her skin was as white as leprosy, A weary time! a weary time!

The nightmare Life-in-death was she, How glazed each weary eye!

Who thicks man's blood with cold.
When looking westward | beheld
A sometbing in the sky.

The naked hulk alongside came,

And the twain were casting dice; At first it seemed a little speck,

“The game is done! I've won, I've And then it seemed a mist;

won !" It moved and moved, and took at last

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist !

The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, And still it neared and neared :

At one stride comes the dark ; As if it dodged a water-sprite,

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea It plunged, and tacked, and veered.

Off shot the spectre-bark. With throats unslaked, with black lips Fear at my heart, as at a cup,

We listened and looked sideways up; baked, We could nor laugh nor wail;

My life-blood seemed to sip. Through utter drought all dumb we stood; The steersman's face by his lamp gleained

The stars were dim, and thick the night, I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,

white; And cried : “ A sail! a sail !"

From the sails the dew did drip· With throats unslaked, with black lips The horned moon, with one bright star

Till clomb above the eastern bar

Within the nether tip.
Agape they heard me call;
Gramercy they for joy did grin,

One after one, by the star-dogged moon, And all at once their breath drew in,

Too quick for groan or sigh, As they were drinking all.

Each turned his face with

a ghastly pang,

And cursed me with his eye. 6" See ! see !” I cried, “she tacks no more,

"Four times fifty living menHither to work us weal;

And I heard nor sigh nor groan-
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steadies with upright keel.”

With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,

They dropped down one by one. "The western wave was all a-flame,

• The souls did from their bodies flyThe day was well-nigh done,

They fled to bliss or woe!
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun;

And every soul it passed me by

Like the whizz of my cross-bow.'
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the sun.

"And straight the sun was flecked with

I fear thee, ancient mariner, Heaven's mother send us grace!

I fear thy skinny hand ! As if through a dungeon grate he peered

And thou art long, and lank, and brown,

As is the ribbed sea-sand. With broad and burning face.

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“I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Within the shadow of the ship And thy skinny hand so brown.'

I watched their ricb attire: 'Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest, Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, This body dropped not down.

They coiled and-swam; and every track

Was a flash of golden fire.-
Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on

'O happy living things! no tongue

Their beauty might declare: My soul in agony.

A spring of love gushed from my heart,

And I blessed them unaware: "The many men so beautiful!

Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And they all dead did lie:

And I blessed them unaware.
And a tħousand thousand slimy things

and so did I.

"The self-same moment I could pray; • I looked upon the rotting sea,

And from my neck so free And drew my eyes away ;

The albatross fell off, and sank I looked upon the rotting deck,

Like lead into the sea.
And there the dead men lay.
"I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;

But or ever a prayer had gushed,
A wicked whisper came, and made “Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing,
My heart as dry as dust.

Beloved from pole to pole!

To Mary Queen the praise be given ! 'I closed my lids, and kept them close, She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, And the balls like pulses beat;

That slid into my soul. For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,

The silly buckets on the deck, Lay like a load on my weary eye,

That had so long remained, And the dead were at my feet.

I dreamt that they were filled with dew;

And when I awoke it rained. *The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they ;

My lips were wet, my throat was cold, The look with which they looked on me My garments all were dank; Had never passed away.

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

And still my body drank.
An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high ;

'I moved, and could not feel my limbs: But oh! more horrible than that

I was so light-almost Is a curse in a dead man's eye!

I thought that I had died in sleep, Seven days, seven nights, I saw that And was a blessed ghost.

curse, And yet I could not die.

And soon I heard a roaring wind :

It did not come anear; . The moving moon went up the sky, But with its sound it shook the sails. And nowhere did abide;

That were so thin and sere.
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.

The upper air burst into life!

And a hundred fire-flags sheen;
Her beams bemocked the sultry main, To and fro they were hurried about!
Like April hoarfrost spread;

And to and fro, and in and out.
But where the ship's huge shadow lay The wan stars danced between.
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.

"And the coming wind did roar more

loud, Beyond the shadow of the ship

And the sails did sigh like sedge; I watched the water-snakes ;

And the rain poured down from ono They moved in tracks of shining white,

black cloud; And when they reared, the elfish light The moon was at its edge. . Fell off in hoáry flakes.

“The thick black cloud was cleft, and still In the leafy month of June,
The moon was at its side:

That to the sleeping woods all night
Like waters shot from some high crag, Singeth a quiet tune.'
The lightning fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

[The ship is driven onward, but at length

the curse is finally expiated. A wind The loud wind never reached the ship, springs up; Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek The dead men gave a groan.

Like a meadow-gale of spring

It mingled strangely with my fears, "They groaned, they stirred, they all up- Yet it felt like a welcoming.

rose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ;

The mariner sees his native country. The It had been strange, even in a dream, angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, and To have seen those dead men rise. appear in their own forms of light, each

waving his hand to the shore. A boat * The helmsman steered, the ship moved with a pilot and hermit on board apon,

proaches the ship, which suddenly sinks. Yet never a breeze up blew;

The mariner is rescued; he entreats the The mariners all 'gan work the ropes hermit to shrive him, and the penance of Where they were wont to do ;

life falls on him.]
They raised their limbs like lifeless tools-
We were a ghastly crew.

Forthwith this frame of mine. was
With a woful agony,

(wrenched •The body of my brother's son

Which forced me to begin my tale ;
Stood by me, knee to knee:

And then it left me free.
The body and I pulled, at one rope,
But he said nought to me.'

"Since then, at an uncertain hour

That agony returns; • I fear thee, ancient mariner !!

And till my ghastly tale is told, • Be calm, thou wedding guest !

This heart within me burns. 'Twas not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, "I pass, like night, from land to land; But a troop of spirits blest;

I have strange power of speech;

That moment that his face I see, •For when it dawned, they dropped their I know the man that must hear me : arms,

To him my tale I teach. And clustered round the mast; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their "What loud uproar bursts from that mouths

door! And from their bodies passed.

The wedding-guests are there :

But in the garden-bower the bride • Around, around flew each sweet sound, And bridesmaids singing are : Then darted to the sun;

And hark! the little vesper-bell Slowly the sounds came back again, Which biddeth me to prayer. Now mixed, now one by one.

O wedding-guest ! this soul hath been • Sometimes, 2-dropping from the sky, Alone on a wide, wide sea : I heard the skylark sing;

So lonely 'twas that God himself
Sometimes all little birds that are,

Scarce seemed there to be.
How they seemed to fill the sea and air,
With their sweet jargoning!

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,

"Tls sweeter far to me,
And now 'twas like all instruments, To walk together to the kirk
Now like a lonely flute;

With a goodly company !
And now it is an angel's song
That makes the heavens be mute.

• To walk together to the kirk,

And all together pray. It ceased; yet still the sails made on While each to his great Father bends, pleasant noise till noon,

Old men, and babes loving friends, A noise like of a hidden brook

And youths and maidens gay!

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Farewell, farewell ! but this I tell The mariner whose eye is bright,
To thee, thou wedding-guest :

Whose beard with age is hoar,
He prayeth well who loveth well

Is gone; and now the wedding-guest Both man and bird and beast.

Turned from the bridegroom's door. He prayeth best who loveth best

He went like one that hath been stunned, All things both great and small;

And is of sense forlorn : For the dear God who loveth us,

A sadder and a wiser man
He made and loveth all.

He rose the morrow morn.
From the 'Ode to the Departing Year' (1795).
Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear !
'Yet, mine eye fixed on heaven's unchanging clime
Long ere I listened, free from mortal fear,

With inward stillness, and submitted mind:

When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,
I saw the train of the departing year!

Starting from my silent sadness,

Then with no unholy madness,
Ere yet the entered cloud foreclosed my sight,
I raised the impetuous song and solemnised his flight

Hither, from the recent tomb,
From the prison's direr gloom,
From Distemper's midnight anguish,
And thence, where Poverty doth waste and languish;
Or where, his two bright torches blending,

Love illumines manhood's maze;
Or where, o'er cradled infants bending,
Hope has fixed her wishful gaze,

Hither, in perplexed dance,
Ye Woes! ye young-eyed Joys! advance!
By Time's wild harp, and by the hand
Whose indefatigable sweep

Raises its fateful strings from sleep,
I bid you haste, a mixed tumultuous

band !
From every private bower,

And each domestic hearth,
Haste for one solemn hour;

And with a loud and yet a louder voice,
O’er Nature struggling in portentous birth

Weep and rejoice!
Still echoes the dread name that o'er the earth
Let slip the storm, and woke the brood of hell:

And now advance in saintly jubilee
Justice and Truth! They, too, have heard thy spell:

They, too, obey thy name, divinest Liberty !
I marked ambition in his war-array !

I heard the mailed monarch's troublous cry-
* Ah! wherefore does the northern conqueress stay I
Groans not her chariot on its onward way?'

Fly, mailed monarch, fly!
Stunned by Death's twice mortal mace,

No more on Murder's lurid face
The insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye!

Manes of the unnumbered slain !

Ye that gasped on Warsaw's plain :
Ye that erst ar, Ismail's tower,

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