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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
But when the
fog cleared The glorious Sun uprist :
off, they jus.
tify the sameThen all averred, I had killed the bird
make themThat brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, plices in the
crime. That bring the fog and mist.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
We were the first that ever burst
The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line,
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!
The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.
* In the former edition the line was,
The furrow follow'd free;
but I had not been long on board a ship, before I perceived that this was the image as seen by a spectator from the shore, or from another vessel. From the ship itself the Wake appears like a brook flowing off from the stern..
All in a hot and copper sky,
Day after day, day after day,
And the Albatross begins to be avenged.
Water, water, every where,
The very deep did rot: 0 Christ!
About, about, in reel and rout
And some in dreams assured were
A spirit had
followed Of the spirit that plagued us so :
them; one of
the invisible Nine fathom deep he had followed us
inhabitants of From the land of mist and snow.
this planet, neither de parted souls
nor angels; And every tongue, through utter drought,
concerning Was wither'd at the root;
learned Jew, We could not speak, no more than if Josephus, and
the Platonic We had been choak'd with soot.
chael Psellus, may be consulted.
They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
mates, in Had I from old and young!
their sore Instead of the cross, the Albatross
would fain About my neck was hung.
throw the whole guilt
on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE THIRD.
THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
How glazed each weary eye!
At first it seem'd a little speck,
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
With throat unslack'd, with black lips
At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.
With throat unslacked, with black lips
A flash of joy.
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
And horror foHows. For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ?
The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!
the western wave