The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

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Sampson Low, 1857 - Poetry - 51 pages
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It's hard to picture a more imaginative interpretation of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner!" And, the resilient Albatross was a lot of fun. Exceptional pairing of Poetry and Cartoons. In both high ... Read full review

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User Review  - AlanWPowers - LibraryThing

Memorized maybe ten stanzas of this ballad meter, 40 lines in Junior H.S., and they stayed with me all my life. You would never know that the author of such simple verse had the most astute critical ... Read full review

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Page 44 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : • To him my tale I teach.
Page 32 - Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. "The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 19 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 15 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Page 19 - The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white, From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip. One after one, by the star-dogged moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang And cursed me with his eye. Four times fifty living men (And I heard nor sigh nor groan), With heavy thump a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. The souls did from...
Page 11 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 13 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 9 - 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 mariner's 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.
Page 28 - The upper air burst into life; And a hundred fire-flags sheen ; To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Page 30 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! "And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.

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