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With throats unslaked, with black One after one, by the star-dogged One after au lips baked,
And cursed me with his eye. And horror fol- See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Four times fifty living men
His shipmpates ows: for can it be Hither to work us weal;
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan),
drop down dead a ship, that comes onward without Without a breeze, without a tide,
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, wind or tide ? She steadies with upright keel! They dropp'd down one by one.
The western wave was all a flame, The souls did from their bodies fly,– But Life it
Death begins her
work on the anRested the broad bright Sun; Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW !
cient Mariner. When that strange shape drove suddenly
PART IV. Betwixt us and the Sun. " I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner! The wedding
guest feareth that It seemeth him And straight the Sun was fleck'd I fear thy skinny hand !
a spirit is talking but the skeleton with bars,
And thou art long, and lank, and to him ; of a ship.
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!) brown,
" I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand so brown.”Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding. But the ancient loud)
Mariner assureth How fast she nears and nears!
him of his bodily This body dropt not down.
life, and proceedAre those her sails that glance in the
eth to relate bis Sun, Alone, alone, all, all alone,
horrible penance. Like restless gossameres ?
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on And its ribs are
Are those her ribs through which the My soul in agony. seen as bars on
Did peer, as through a grate ; The many men, so beautiful! He despiseth the
creatures of the And they all dead did lie :
calm. The spectre- Is that a DEATH, and are there two ? And a thousand thousand slimy woman and her Is Death that woman's mate?
things death-mate, and
Lived on; and so did I. no other on board Her lips were red, her looks were the skeleton-ship. Like vessel, like free, I look'd upon the rotting sea,
And envieth tha! crew ! Her locks were yellow as gold : And drew my eyes away;
they should live, Her skin was as white as leprosy, I look'd upon the rotting deck,
and so many bie The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was And there the dead men lay.
Who thicks man's blood with cold. I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray; Death, and Life- The naked hulk alongside came,
But or ever a prayer had gush'd, in-Death have diced for the And the twain were casting dice;
A wicked whisper came, and made ship's crew, and
“ The game is done! I've won, I've My heart as dry as dust. she (the latter) winneth the an
I closed my lids, and kept them close, cient Mariner. Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
And the balls like pulses beat; No twilight The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush For the sky and the sea, and the sea within the courts
and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye
And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their But the curre liv At the rising of We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
eth for him in the Fear at my heart, as at a cup, Nor rot nor reek did they;
eye of the dead
The look with which they look'd on
An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
# For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr. The horned Moon, with one bright Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from Nether Stower
to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the Autumn of 1797 Within the nether tip.
that this Poem was planned, and in part composed.
But oh! more horrible than that And soon I heard a roaring wind : He heareth
sounds and seeth Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
It did not come anear;
in the sky and And yet I could not die.
the element. s his loneliness The moving Moon went up the sky, And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
The upper air burst into life! and fixedness he 7earneth towards And nowhere did abide .
To and fro they were hurried about! the journeying Softly she was going up,
And to and fro, and in and out,' Moon, and the And a star or two beside
The wan stars danced between.
And the rain pour'd down from one
black cloud ;
The thick black cloud was cleft, and
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag, the Moon he be- I watch'd the water-snakes : A river steep and wide. boldeth God's creatures of the They moved in tracks of shining great calm. white,
The loud wind never reach'd the The bodies of the
ship, And when they rear'd, the elfish light
ship's crew are
inspired, and the Fell off in hoary flakes. Yet now the ship moved on!
ship moves on
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
The helmsman steer'd, the ship
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all'gan work the ropes,
They raised their limbs like lifeless l'he spell begins The self-same moment I could pray ;
-We were a ghastly crew.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me, knee to knee :
The body and I pull’d at one rope,
souls of the men,
earth or middle That slid into my soul.
air, but by a Which to their corses came again,
blessed troop of By grace of the The silly buckets on the deck,
angelic spirits, boly Mother, the That had so long remain d, (dew; But a troop of spirits blest:
Bent down by the ancient Mariner
invocation of the is refresbed with I dreamt that they were fill'd with
For when it dawn'd- they dropp'd guardian saint.
And from their bodies pass'd.
Then darted to the Sun;
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mix'd, now one by one.
Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky,
Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on 50
The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
She looketh down on him.
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
been cast into a Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Without or wave or wind ?
trance; for the Moved onward from beneath.
causeth the vesThe air is cut away before,
sel to drive north 5.2 Innesonie Under the keel nine fathom deep,
And closes from behind.
ward faster than spirit from the From the land of mist and snow,
human life coula south-pola carries The spirit slid : and it was he
endure on the ship as far
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more as the line, in That made the ship to go.
high! obedience to the The sails at noon left off their tune, Or we shall be belated : angelic troop, but And the ship stood still also. still requireth
For slow and slow that ship will go, vengeance.
When the Mariner's trance is abated.
I woke, and we were sailing on The supernatura
motion in retard. With a short uneasy motion'T was night, calm night, the Moon ed; the Mariner
awakes, and his Backwards and forwards half her
penance begins length
The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
All fix'd on me their stony eyes,
head, That in the Moon did glitter. And I fell down in a swound.
The pang, the curse, with which they The Polar Spirit's How long in that same fit I lay,
died, fellow dæmons, I have not to declare ;
Had never pass'd away : the invisible in
But ere my living life return'd, habitants of the
I could not draw my eyes from theirs, element, take part
I heard and in my soul discern'd Nor turn them up to pray. in his wrong i
Two VOICES in the air. and two of them
And now this spell was snapt: once The curse is fi relate, one to the
nally expiated. other, that pen- “Is it he?" quoth one, “ Is this the ancc long and man?
I view'd the ocean green, heavy for the an- By him who died on cross,
And look'd far forth, yet little saw cient Mariner hath been accord. With his cruel bow he laid full low Of what had else been seened to the Polar The harmless Albatross. Spirit, who re
Like one, that on a lonesome road
“ The spirit who bideth by himself Doth walk in fear and dread,
And turns no more his head;
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Its path was not upon the sea,
It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek He singeth loud his godly hymns
The Albatross's blood.
This Hermit good lives in that wood The Hermit af
Which slopes down to the sea the Wood, And the ancient Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed How loudly his sweet voice he rears! Mariner behold- The light-house top I see?
He loves to talk with marineres eth his native Is this the hill? is this the kirk ?
That come from a far countrée. country. Is this mine own countrée ?
He kneels at morn,
He hath a cushion plump:
The rotted old oak-stump.
its leave the
The harhor-bay was clear as glass, The skiff-boat near'd: I heard them
• Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit Apprcachetn ine The moonlight sleep'd in silentness said
ship with wonder The steady weathercock.
“ And they answer not our cheer!
The planks look warp'd! and see
How thin they are and sere!
I never saw aught like to them,
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along; of light. I turn'd my eyes upon the deck
When the ivy-lod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf
That eats the she-wolf's young."
“Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look
(The Pilot made reply.)
I am a-sear’d"- "-"Push on, push on!"
The boat came closer to the ship,
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.
Sull louder and more dread:
The ship went down like lead.
Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful The ancient Ma But soon I heard the dash of oars,
riner is saved in I heard the Pilot's cheer;
the Pilot's boat My head was turn'd perforce away, Like one that hath been seven days
Which sky and ocean smote,
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's bcat.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
Was telling of the sound.
I moved my lips—the Pilot shriek’d, But in the garden-bower the bride
And bride-maids singing are:
I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea :
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
"Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk,
With a goodly company !--
To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends, The ancient Ma- “O shrive me, shrive me, holy man!" Old men, and babes, and loving iner earnestly en- The Hermit cross'd his brow.
friends, seateth the Hernit to shrive him ;
Say quick," quoth he, “ I bid thee And youths and maidens gay! and the penance say
And to teach, by of life falls on - What manner of man art thou ?" Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
his own example him.
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
love and reverForthwith this frame of mine was He prayeth well, who loveth well ence to all thing wrench'd
Both man and bird and beast. that God marle With a wosul agony,
and loveth. Which forced me to begin my tale; He prayeth best, who loveth best And then it left me free.
All things both great and small; And ever and Since then, at an uncertain hour, For the dear God who loveth us, anon throughout That agony returns :
He made and loveth all. his future life an
And till my ghastly tale is told, agony constraineth him to travel This heart within me burns.
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, from land to land,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.
He went like one that hath been
A sadder and a wiser man
ac either of the former periods, or if even the first and second part had been published in the year 1800, the impression of its originality would have been
much greater than I dare at present expect. But The first part of the following poem was written in for this, I have only my own indolence to blame. the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety- The dates are mentioned for the exclusive purpose seven, at Stowey in the county of Somerset. The of precliding charges of plagiarism or servile imi
econd part, after my return from Germany, in the tation from myself. For there is amongst us a set of year one thousand eight hundred, at Keswick, Cum- ritics, who seem to hold, that every possible thought berland. Since the latter date, my poetic powers and image is traditional; who have no notion that there have been, till very lately, in a state of suspended are such things as fountains in the world, small as animation. But as, in my very first conception of the well as great; and who would therefore charitably tale, I had the whole preseni to my mind, with the derive every rill they behold flowing, from a perforawholeness, no less than with the loveliness of a tion made in some other man's tank. I am confident, vision, I trust that I shall yet be able to embody in however, that as far as the present poem is concerned, verse the three parts yet to come.
the celebrated poets whose writings I might be susIt is probable. that if the poem had been finished pected of having imitated, either in particular pas
sages, or in the tone and the spirit of the whole * To the edition of 1816
would be among the first to vindicate me from the