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The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd

Merrily did we drop
Below the Kirk, below the Hill,

Below the Light-house top.

The Sun came up upon the left,

Out of the Sea came he :
And he shone bright, and on the right

Went down into the Sea.

Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon-
The wedding-guest here beat his breast,

For he heard the loud bassoon.

The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,

Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes

The merry Minstralsy.

The wedding-guest he beat his breast,

Yet he cannot chuse but hear : And thus spake on that ancyent Map,

The bright-eyed Marinere.

Listen, Stranger ! Storm and Wind,

A Wind and Tempest strong! For days and weeks it play'd us freaks

Like Chaff we drove along.

Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
And it

grew wond'rous cauld : And Ice mast-high came floating by

As green as Emerauld.

And thro' the drifts the snowy clists

Did send a dismal sheen; Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken

The Ice was all between.

The Ice was here, the Ice was there,

The Ice was all around : It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd

Like noises of a swound.

At length did cross an Albatross,

Thorough the Fog it came; And an it were a Christian Soul,

We haild it in God's name.

The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,

And round and round it flew :
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;

The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.

And a good south wind sprung up behind,

The Albatross did follow; And every day for food or play

Came to the Marinere's hollo!

In mist or cloud on mast or shroud

It perch'd for vespers nine,
Whiles all the night thro' fog smoke-white

Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.

* God save thee, ancyent Marinere !

“ From the fiends that plague thee thusWhy look'st thou so ?"--with my cross bow I shot the Albatross.

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The Sun came up upon

the right, Out of the Sea came he ; And broad as a weft

upon

the left Went down into the Sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet Bird did follow Ne any day for food or play

Came to the Marinere's hollo !

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And I had done an hellish thing

And it would work 'em woe :

For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird

That made the Breeze to blow.

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