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"In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
"God save thee, Ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus! Why look'st thou so?"-" With my cross- pious bird of good
The Ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the
I shot the Albatross !"
"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
"And I had done a hellish thing,
'Ah, wretch!' said they, the bird to slay,
"Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious sun uprist;
Then all averred I had killed the bird
cry out against the Ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same,
and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.
The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reached the Line.
The ship hath been suddenly becalmed;
That brought the fog and mist:
''Twas right,' said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist.'
"The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
"Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down
"Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
"All in a hot and copper sky
The bloody sun, at noon,
"Day after day, day after day,
And the Alba
"Water, water everywhere,
tross begins to be And all the boards did shrink; avenged.
Water, water everywhere,
"The very deep did rot; O Christ!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
About, about, in reel and rout,
The death-fires danced at night;
And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
We could not speak, no more than if
ed Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be
every tongue, through utter drought, consulted. They
"Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
"THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
A Spirit had followed them— one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learn
"At first it seemed a little speck,
It moved and moved, and took at last
are very numerous, and there is no climate or elcment without one or more.
The ship-mates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the Ancient Mariner : in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.
The Ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.
“A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship: and at a
We could nor laugh nor wail;
dear ransom he Through utter drought all dumb we stood! freeth his speech from the bonds I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, of thirst. And cried, 'A sail! a sail!'
"With throats unslaked, with black lips Agape they heard me call;
A flash of joy. Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
"See! see!' I cried, she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal
And horror fol
lows. For can it be a ship that comes onward
Without a breeze, without a tide,
without wind or She steadies with upright keel!'
"The western wave was all a-flame;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
It seemeth him "And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
but the skeleton of a ship.
(Heaven's mother send us grace!)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
"Alas!' thought I-and my heart beat
'How fast she nears and nears!
Are those her sails that glance in the sun,
“Are those her ribs through which the sun And its ribs are
Did peer as through a grate?
And is that woman all her crew?
seen as bars on the face of the setting sun. The spectre-woman and her deathmate, and no other on board the skeleton ship.
Is that a death? and are there two?
"Her lips were red, her looks were free,
"The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out,
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
Death and Lifein-Death have diced for the
"The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice: 'The game is done! I've won! I've won !' ship's crew, and Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
she (the latter) winneth the Ancient Mariner.
"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—
Like vessel, like crew!
No twilight within the courts of the Sun.
At the rising of