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The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men.
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
The moving Moon went up the sky,
his loneliAnd no where did abide :
fixedness, be Softly she was going up,
towards the And a star or two beside
journeying Moon, and the
stars that still Her beams bemock'd the sultry main, sojourn, yet
still move on. Like April hoar-frost spread;
ward ; and But where the ship’s huge shadow lay,
the blue sky The charmed water burut alway
them, and is A still and awful red,
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.
By the light of the Moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
Within the shadow of the ship
I watch'd their rich attire :
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
Their beauty and their happiness.
O happy living things! no tongue
He blesseth them in his heart.
The spell begins to break.
The self same moment I could pray;
neck so free
Like lead into the sea.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE FIFTH.
Oh SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
The silly buckets on the deck,
Mother, the ancient Mari. ner is refreshed with rain.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
He heareth And soon I heard a roaring wind : sounds, and
It did not come anear ;
The upper air burst into life!
And the coming wind did roar more loud,
The thick black cloud was cleft, and still
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The loud wind never reached the ship,
The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited, and the ship moves on;
The dead men gave a groan.
They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
The helmsman steered, the ship moved on;
The body of my brother's son