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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
But when the fog cleared off, they jus. tify the sameand thus make them
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, plices in the That bring the fog and mist.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair
The furrow stream'd off free :
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt
"Twas sad as sad could be;
breeze continues; the ship enters
the Pacific Ocean and sails northward, even
till it reaches the Line.
The ship hath
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!
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.
Albatross begins to be avenged.
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The water, like a witch's oils,
And some in dreams assured were
Of the spirit that plagued us so :
And every tongue, through utter drought,
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choak'd with soot.
may be consulted.
A spirit had followed
them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantino
politan, Michael Psellus,
They are very numerous, and there is no
climate or element without one or more.
Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
on the ancient
Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
PART THE THIRD.
THERE passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each 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 certain shape, 1 wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
And still it near'd and near'd:
With throat unslack'd, with black lips
We could nor laugh nor wail;
Through utter drought all dumb we stood !
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,
And cried, A sail! a sail!
With throat unslacked, with black lips
Agape they heard me call:
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were drinking all.
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!
Hither to work us weal;
The western wave was all a-flame.
Rested the broad bright Sun ;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.