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With throats unslaked, with black One after one, by the star-dogged One after au lips baked,


Agape they heard me call ; Too quick for groan or sigh,
A flash of joy. Gramercy! they for joy did grin, Each turn'd his face with a ghastly
And all at once their breath drew in,

As they were drinking all.

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
The day was well-nigh done,
They fled to bliss or woe!

Death begins her
Almost upon the western wave And every soul, it pass'd me by

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,
As if through a dungeon-grate he As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*

With broad and burning face.

" 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

the face of the
Betting Sun.

Did peer, as through a grate ; The many men, so beautiful! He despiseth the
And is that woman all her crew ?

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.

dead. she,

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,
of the sun.
At one stride comes the Dark ;

Lay like a load on my weary eye
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea

And the dead were at my feet.
Off shot the spectre-bark.

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

My life-blood seem'd to sip!

The look with which they look'd on
The stars were dirn, and thick the Had never pass'd away.

The steersman's face by his lamp A spirit from on high;

An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
gleam'd white;
From the sails the dew did drip
Till clomb above the eastern bar

# 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


he moon,


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;
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that But with its sound it shook the sails, and commotions

strange sights
That were so thin and sere.

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.
stars that still so-
journ, yet still move onward ; and everywhere the blue sky
belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native And the coming wind did roar more
country and their own natural homes, which they enter unan- loud,
bounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is And the sails did sigh like sedge;
a silent joy at their arrival.

And the rain pour'd down from one
Her beams bemock'd the sultry main, The Moon was at its edge.

black cloud ;
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship’s huge shadow

The thick black cloud was cleft, and

The charmed water burnt alway

The Moon was at its side:
A still and awful red.

Like waters shot from some high crag,
By the light of Beyond the shadow of the ship

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
Beneath the lightning and the Moon
Within the shadow of the ship The dead men gave a groan.
I watch'd their rich attire :
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They groan'd, they stirr’d, they all
They coil'd and swam ; and every uprose,

Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ;
Was a flash of golden fire.

It had been strange, even in a dream,

To have seen those dead men rise.
Their beauty and O happy living things! no tongue
their happiness. Their beauty might declare :

The helmsman steer'd, the ship
A spring of love gush'd from my

moved on,
He blesseth them And I bless'd them unaware :

Yet never a breeze up blew;
in his beart. Sure my kind saint took pity on me, where they were wont to do;

The mariners all'gan work the ropes,
And I bless'd them unaware.

They raised their limbs like lifeless l'he spell begins The self-same moment I could pray ;

to break.
And from my neck so free

-We were a ghastly crew.
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

The body of my brother's son

Stood by me, knee to knee :

The body and I pull’d at one rope,
On Sleep! it is a gentle thing, But he said nought to me.
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given! « I fear thee, ancient Mariner!” But not by the
She sent the gentle sleep from Be calm, thou Wedding-guest !

souls of the men,
'T was not those souls that filed in nor by dæmons of

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 when I awoke, it rain'd.

their arms,
My lips were wet, my throat was cold, And cluster'd round the mast;
My garments all were dank; Sweet sounds rose slowly through
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

their mouths,
And still my body drank.

And from their bodies pass'd.
I moved, and could not feel my Around, around, flew each sweet
limbs :

I was so light-almost

Then darted to the Sun;
I thought that I had died in sleep,

Slowly the sounds came back again,
And was a blessed ghost.

Now mix'd, now one by one.


Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky,

I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seem'd to fill the sea and But tell me, tell me ! speak again,

Thy soft response renewing-
With their sweet jargoning!

What makes that ship drive on 50

And now 't was like all instruments, What is the ocean doing ?
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song, Still as a slave before his lord,
That makes the Heavens be mute.

The ocean hath no blast;

His great bright eye most silently
It ceased ; yet still the sails made on Up to the Moon is cast-
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook If he may know which way to go;
In the leafy month of June, For she guides him smooth or grim.
That to the sleeping woods all night See, brother, see! how graciously
Singeth a quiet tune.

She looketh down on him.





Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe : But why drives on that ship so fast, The Mariner hath

been cast into a Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Without or wave or wind ?

trance; for the Moved onward from beneath.

angelic power

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.
The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean :

I woke, and we were sailing on The supernatura
But in a minute she 'gan stir, As in a gentle weather:

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

was high;

penance begins length

The dead men stood together.
With a short uneasy motion.

All stood together on the deck,
Then like a pawing horse let go, For a charnel-dungeon fitter :
She made a sudden bound :

All fix'd on me their stony eyes,
It Aung the blood into


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
turneth gouth-

“ The spirit who bideth by himself Doth walk in fear and dread,
In the land of mist and snow, And having once turn'd round walks
He loved the bird that loved the on,

And turns no more his head;
Who shot him with his bow." Because he knows, a frightful fiend,

Doth close behind him tread.
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew :

But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Quoth he, “ The man hath penance Nor sound nor motion made :

Its path was not upon the sea,
penance more will do." In ripple or in shade.


It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek He singeth loud his godly hymns
Like a meadow-gale of spring- That he makes in the wood.
It mingled strangely with my fears, He'll shrive my soul, he'll wash
Yet it felt like a welcoming.


The Albatross's blood.
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sail'd softly too:

Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze,
On me alone it blew.

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,

and noon,

We dristed o'er the harbor bar,
And I with sobs did pray-

He hath a cushion plump:
O let me be awake, my God! It is the moss that wholly hides
Or let me sleep alway.

The rotted old oak-stump.


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The harhor-bay was clear as glass, The skiff-boat near'd: I heard them
So smoothly it was strewn!

And on the bay the moonlight lay, · Why this is strange, I trow!
And the shadow of the moon. Where are those lights so many and

The rock shone bright, the kirk no That signal made but now?"

That stands above the rock:

• 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
And the bay was white with silent

those sails,

How thin they are and sere!
The angelie spir Till, rising from the same,

I never saw aught like to them,
Full many shapes that shadows were, Unless perchance it were -
dead bodies, In crimson colors came.
And appear in A little distance from the prow

Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
their own forms
Those crimson shadows were :

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
Oh, Christ' what saw I there!

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;

That eats the she-wolf's young."
And, by the holy rood !
A man all light, a seraph-man,

“Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look

(The Pilot made reply.)
On every corse there stood.

I am a-sear’d"- "-"Push on, push on!"
This seraph band, each waved his Said the Hermit cheerily.

hand :
It was a heavenly sight!

The boat came closer to the ship,
They stood as signals to the land But I nor spake nor stirrid ;
Each one a lovely light;

The boat came close beneath the ship,

And straight a sound was heard.
This seraph band, each waved his
Under the water it rumbled on, The ship suddenly

No voice did they impart-

Sull louder and more dread:
No voice; but oh! the silence sank It reach'd the ship, it split the bay;
Like music on my heart

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,
And I saw a boat appear.


My body lay afloat;
The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,

But swift as dreams, myself I found
I heard them coming fast :

Within the Pilot's bcat.
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,

The boat spun round and round;
I saw a third-I heard his voice : And all was still, save that the hill
It is the Hermit good!

Was telling of the sound.

I moved my lips—the Pilot shriek’d, But in the garden-bower the bride
And fell down in a fit;

And bride-maids singing are:
The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And hark! the little vesper-bell,
And pray'd where he did sit. Which biddeth me to prayer.

I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Who now doth crazy go,

Alone on a wide wide sea :
Laugh'd loud and long, and all the So lonely 't was, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.
His eyes went to and fro.
“ Ha! ha!" quoth he," full plain I see,

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
The Devil knows how to row."

"Tis sweeter far to me,
And now, all in my own countrée,

To walk together to the kirk,

With a goodly company !--
I stood on the firm land !
The Hermit stepp'd forth from the

To walk together to the kirk,
And scarcely he could stand.

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,
I pass, like night, from land to land;

Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
I have strange power of speech;

Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me :
To him my tale I teach.

He went like one that hath been

What loud uproar bursts from that And is of sense forlorn,

A sadder and a wiser man
The wedding-guests are there : He rose the morrow morn.



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

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