ILLUSTRATIONS. At length did cross an Albatross It is an ancient Mariner, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill Nodding their heads before her goes And ice, mast-high, came floating by, And every day, for food or play, With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, As idle as a painted ship Instead of the cross, the Albatross When, looking westward, I beheld When that strange shape drove suddenly THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. IN SEVEN PARTS. FACILE credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit, et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt? Quæ loca habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. T. |