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(Heaven's mother send us grace!)

As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd

With broad and burning face.

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud,)

And every tongue, through utter How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the sun,


Was wither'd at the root;

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THERE pass'd a weary time. Each

Was parch'd, 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 seem'd a little speck
And then it seem'd a mist;

It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And it still near'd and near'd:
As if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tack'd and veer'd.

At its nearer ap- With throats unslaked, with black proach, it seem.

eth him to be a

lips baked,

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A flash of joy.


I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!


but the skeleton of a ship.

Are those her ribs through which the And its ribs are


Did peer, as through a grate;

And is that woman all her crew?

seen as bars en the face of the setting sun.

Is that a DEATH, and are there two? The spectreIS DEATH that woman's mate?

woman and her death-mate, and no other on board

Her lips were red, her looks were the skeleton-ship.


Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was


Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice;

Like vessel, like crew!

Death and Lifein-Death have diced for the

"The game is done! I've won, I've ship's crew, and

won !"

Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

she, the latter, winneth the ancient mariner.

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The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white;

With throats unslaked, with black From the sails the dew did drip

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the moon,

One after one, by the star-dogg'd One after an


Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly


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 dropp'd down one by one.


His shipmates drop down dead.

But Life-in-Death The souls did from their bodies fly,- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main, begins her work

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the ancient They fled to bliss or wo!

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And thou art long, and lank, and As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*

"I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown."

Like April hoar-frost spread;

But where the ship's huge shadow lay,

The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.

By the light of the moon he beholdeth God's crea

Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watch'd the water-snakes;
They moved in tracks of shining tures of the great

And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship

But the ancient Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-I watch'd their rich attire;

mariner assureth

bim of his bodily


life, and proceed. This body dropt not down.

eth to relate his

horrible penance.

Alone, alone, all, all alone,

Alone on a wide, wide sea!

And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.

He despiseth the The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:

creatures of the


And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.

And envieth that I look'd upon the rotting sea,
they should live, And drew my eyes away;
and so many lie
I look'd upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.

I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gush'd,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.

I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea

and the sky,

Lay like a load on my weary eye
And the dead were at my feet.

But the curse liv. The cold sweat melted from their eth for him in the

eye of the dead



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Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coil'd and swam; and every track

Was a flash of golden fire.

O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare;

A spring of love gush'd from my heart,

And I bless'd them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware.

The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.


O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary queen the praise be given !
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
That slid into my soul.

The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remain'd,


Their beauty and their happiness.

He blesseth them in his heart.

The spell begins to break.

By grace of the holy mother, the ancient mariner

I dreamt that they were fill'd with is refreshed with


And when I awoke it rain'd.

My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

An orphan's curse would drag to hell And still my body drank.

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He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and

But with its sound it shook the sails, commotions in

That were so thin and sere.

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.

And the coming wind did roar more

And the sails did sigh like sedge;

the sky and the element.

And the rain pour'd down from one It ceased; yet still the sails made on

black cloud;

The moon was at its edge.

A pleasant noise till noon,

A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June,

The thick black cloud was cleft, and That to the sleeping woods all night


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Yet now the ship moved on!

Beneath the lightning and the moon The dead men gave a groan.

Singeth a quiet tune.

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.

The lonesome spirit from the south pole carries on the ship as far as the line, in obedience to the

The sails at noon left off their tune, angelic troop, but

They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all And the ship stood still also.

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The sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan to stir,
With a short uneasy motion-

The helmsman steer'd, the ship moved Backwards and forwards half her

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still requireth vengeance.

The polar spiritu fellow dæmons, the invisible inhabitants of the element, take part in his wrong; and two of them relate, one to the other, that peaance long and heavy for the ascient mariser hath been accord

With his cruel bow he laid full low ed to the polar 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."

The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
Quoth he, "The man hath penance
And penance more will do."



BUT tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the OCEAN doing?


Still as a slave before his lord,
The OCEAN hath no blast;

His great bright eye most silently

Up to the moon is cast

spirit, who re

turneth southward.

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Fly, brother, fly! more high, more The moonlight steep'd in silentness,

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The steady weathercock.

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The pang, the curse, with which they On every corse there stood.


Had never pass'd away:

I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.

This seraph band, each waved his


It was a heavenly sight!

They stood as signals to the land,

The curse is final- And now the spell was snapt: once Each one a lovely light;

ly expiated.


I view'd the ocean green,

And look'd far forth, yet little saw Of what had else been seen

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks


And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.

It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek
Like a meadow gale of spring-
It mingled strangely with my fears
Yet it felt like a welcoming.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sail'd softly, too:
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-
On me alone it blew.

And the ancient O! dream of joy! is this, indeed,
mariner behold-
The light-house top I see?
eth his native

Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
Is this my own countrée ?

This seraph band, each waved his hand,

No voice did they impart-
No voice; but O! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer;
My head was turn'd perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.

The pilot and the pilot's boy,

I heard them coming fast:

Dear Lord in heaven! it was a joy The dead men could not blast.

I saw a third-I heard his voice:
It is the hermit good!

He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrive my soul, he'll wash away
The albatross's blood.


THIS hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with mariners
That come from a far countrée.

And appear in their own forms of light.

The bermit of the wood,

Approacheth the ship with wonder.

The ship suddenly sinketh.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I


He hath a cushion plump:

It is the moss that wholly hides

The rotted old oak stump.


The devil knows how to row."

And now, all in my own countrée,
I stood on the firm land!

The skiff-boat near'd: I heard them The hermit stepp'd forth from the

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Said the hermit cheerily.

The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirr'd;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.

Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:

It reach'd the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.

The ancient ma Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful

riner is saved in

the pilot's boat.


Which sky and ocean smote,


The wedding-guests are there
But in the garden-bower the bride
And bridemaids singing are:
And hark! the little vesper-bell,
Which biddeth me to prayer.

O wedding-guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide, wide sea:
So lonely 'twas, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
'Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk,

Like one that hath been seven days With a goodly company !—


My body lay afloat;

But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.

I moved my lips-the pilot sh.iek'd,
And fell down in a fit;
The holy hermit raised his eyes,
And pray'd where he did sit.

I took the oars: the pilot's boy,
Who now doth crazy go,

To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,

and the petanice of life falls on him.

While each to his great Father bends,
Old men and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!

Fare ell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou wedding-guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man, and bird, and beast.

He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things, both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The mariner, whose eye is bright,

Laugh'd loud and long, and all the Whose beard with age is hoar,


His eyes went to and fro,

Is gone and now the wedding-guest
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.

And ever And anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to travel from land to land.

And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God ale and loveth.

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