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IT is an ancient Mariner,

And he stoppeth one of three.

"By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, "Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, "And I am next of kin;

"The guests are met, the feast is set: "May'st hear the merry din."

He holds him with his skinny hand, "There was a ship," quoth he.

"Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!" Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye-
The wedding-guest stood still,

And listens like a three years

The Mariner hath his will.


The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
He can not chuse but hear;

And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed mariner.

The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd,
Merrily did we drop

An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast,

and detaineth one.

The weddingguest is spellbound by the eye of the old sea-faring man, and constrained to hear his tale.

The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the


The wedding guest heareth the bridal music; but the mariner continueth

his tale.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south


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 paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;

Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he can not chuse but hear;

And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe
And forward bends his head,

The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast,

And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,

And it grew wonderous cold:

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clift Did send a dismal sheen:

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we kenThe ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,

The ice was all around:

It cracked and growled, and roar'd and howl'd, Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross: Thorough the fog it came;

As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
The helmsman steer'd us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow,

And every day, for food or play,

Came to the Mariner's hollo!

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perch'd for vespers nine;

Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,

Glimmered the white Moon-shine.

"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-
Why look'st thou so?"-With my crossbow
I shot the ALBATROSS!

The land of

ice, and of fearful

sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.

Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.

And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the

ship as it returned northward, through fog and floating ice.

The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.


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The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,

Still hid in mist, and on the left

Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,

But no sweet bird did follow,

Nor any day for food or play

Came to the mariners' hollo!

And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe:

For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay
That made the breeze to blow!

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.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.

accomplices in the crime.

The fair


The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow* stream'd off free:

*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.

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

continues; the ship enters the

Pacific Ocean

and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.

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.

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