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

selves accom,

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, plices in the

That bring the fog and mist.

crime.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The fair

con

The furrow stream'd off free :

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

breeze

tinues; the

ship enters the Pacific Ocean and sails north

ward, even

till it reaches

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt the Line.

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.

And the

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,

We stuck, nor breath nor motion,

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.

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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 death-fires danced at night;

The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assured were

Of the spirit that plagued us so :
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was wither'd at the root;

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

Mariner in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.

PART THE THIRD.

The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the ele

ment afar off.

THERE passed a weary time. Each throat

Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!

How glazed each weary eye!

When looking westward, I beheld

A something in the sky.

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, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!

And still it near'd and near'd:
And as if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tack'd and veer'd.

With throat unslack'd, with black lips

baked,

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

baked,

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;
Without a breeze, without a tide,
She steddies with upright keel!

The western wave was all a-flame.
The day was well nigh done!

Almost upon the western wave

Rested the broad bright Sun;

When that strange shape drove suddenly

Betwixt us and the Sun.