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THE RIME OF

THE ANCIENT MARINER.

IN SEVEN PARTS.

PART THE FIRST.

[An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding. feast, and detaineth one.]

It is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three,

By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are opened 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,

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There was a ship," quoth he.

"Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard loon!"

Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

[The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old sea-faring man, and constrained to hear his tale.]

He holds him with his glittering eye

The Wedding-Guest stood still,

And listens like a three-years' child:
The Mariner hath his will.

The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone;
He cannot choose but hear;

And thus spake on that ancient man,

The bright-eyed Mariner.

The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared,

Merrily did we drop

Below the kirk, below the hill,

Below the lighthouse top.

[The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.]

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.

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 Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his tale.]

The bride hath paced into the hall,

Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,

Yet he cannot choose but hear;

And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

(The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.]

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 roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

[The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.]

And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wondrous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

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 cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

[Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.]

At length did cross an Albatross:
Through the fog it came;

As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had ate,
And round and round it flew.

The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steered us through!

[And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward, through fog and floating ice.]

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 perched for vespers nine;

Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.

[The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.]

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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 THE SECOND.

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!

[His ship-mates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.]

And I had done an 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!

[But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.]

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.

Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

(The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean and salls northward, even till it reaches the Line.

suddenly becalmed.]

The ship hath been

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

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 begins to be avenged.]

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
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.

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.

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