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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.
The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain
throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner; in
And every tongue, through utter drouth,
We could not speak, no more than if
Ah! we'l a-day! what evil looks
Instead of the Cross, the Albatross
sign whereof they hang the
dead sea-bird There pass'd a weary time. Each throat
Was parch'd, and glazed each eye.
The ancient holdeth a sign
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!
And still it near'd and near'd:
At its nearer seemeth him
With throats unslaked, with black lips
to be a ship; Through utter drought all dumb we stood!
and at a dear
I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!
With throats unslaked, with black lips
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
The western wave was all a-flame,
When that strange shape drove suddenly
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
courts of the
At the rising of the Moon,
One after another,
The naked hulk alongside came,
'The game is done! I've won, I've won!'
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the night,
From the sails the dew did drip-
Within the nether tip.impossible acc, to astr.
One after one, by the star-dogg'd Moon,
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang,
His shipmates drop
Four times fifty living men,
down dead. (And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropp'd down one by one.
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,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow!
'I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
The Wedding-Guest feareth that a
I fear thy skinny hand!
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
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
In his loneli
towards the journeying Moon, and
By the light
of the Moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the great calm.
He blesseth them in his heart.
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
The spell begins to break.
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
The moving Moon went up the sky,
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside
Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
They moved in tracks of shining white,
Within the shadow of the ship
I watch'd their rich attire:
Their beauty O happy living things! no tongue
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
A spring of love gush'd from my heart,
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.