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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair
The furrow stream'd off free;
We were the first that ever burst
breeze continues, the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even
Into that silent sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt till it reaches
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
Water, water, every where,
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
About, about, in reel and rout
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus
And the Albatross begins to be avenged.
A spirit had followed
And some in dreams assured were them; one of Of the spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had followed us
of this planet, From the land of mist and snow.
parted souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.
And every tongue, through utter drouth,
We could not speak, no more than if
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner; in sign whereof they hang the
dead sea-bird There pass'd a weary time.
round his neck.
Was parch'd, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward, I beheld holdeth a sign A something in the sky.
in the ele
ment afar off. At first it seem'd a little speck,
And then it seem'd a mist;
It moved and moved, and took at last
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
At its nearer With throats unslaked, with black lips approach, it seemeth him We could nor laugh nor wail; [baked,
to be a ship; Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
and at a
ransom he freeth his
speech from And cried, A sail! a sail!
the bonds of thirst.
I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood,
With throats unslaked, with black lips
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Without a breeze, without a tide,
The western wave was all a-flame,
Betwixt us and the Sun.
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,
And straight the Sun was fleck'd with bars, It seemeth (Heaven's Mother send us grace!)
him but the skeleton of a
As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd,
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that Woman all her crew?
Is that a Death? and are there two?
A flash of joy;
Are those her ribs through which the Sun And its ribs
are seen as
bars on the face of the setting Sun. The spectrewoman and her deathmate, and no other on board the skeleton ship. Like vessel, like crew!
Her lips were red, her looks were free,
And horror follows. For can it be a ship that
ward without wind or tide?
diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) winneth the
At the rising of the Moon,
One after another,
No twilight At one stride comes the dark;
within the courts of the
His shipmates drop down dead.
The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
The game is done! I've won, I've won!'
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea,
We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
From the sails the dew did drip-
One after one, by the star-dogg'd Moon,
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang,
Four times fifty living men,
But Life-in- The souls did from their bodies fly,
Death begins They fled to bliss or woe!
the ancient Mariner.
And every soul, it pass'd me by,
'I fear thee, ancient Mariner !
I fear thy skinny hand!
The Wedding-Guest feareth that a
And thou art long, and lank, and brown, spirit is talking to him; As is the ribb'd sea-sand.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand, so brown.'
Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest !
Alone, alone, all all alone,
The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
I look'd upon the rotting sea,
I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray;
A wicked whisper came, and made
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and
Lay like a load on my weary eye,
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
The look with which they look'd on me
But the ancient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life, and proceedeth to
relate his horrible penance
He despiseth the creatures of the calm.
And envieth that they should live, and so many lie dead.
But the curse
liveth for him in the eye of