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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 furrow stream'd off free :
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
ship enters the Pacific Ocean and sails north
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.
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,
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
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.
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:
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.
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;
When that strange shape drove suddenly
Betwixt us and the Sun.