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Gramercy! they for joy did grin,

A Aash of 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 steadies 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 175 Betwixt us and the sun.

And horror follows. For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide ?

And straight the sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace !)
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered
With broad and burning face.

It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.


Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
How fast she nears and nears !
Are those her sails that glance in the sun,
Like restless gossameres ?

And its ribs are seen as bars on the

Are those her ribs through which the sun 185 face of the
Did peer, as through a grate?
And is that woman all her crew ?
Is that a Death ? and are there two ?
Is Death that woman's mate?

setting sun. The spectrewoman and her deathmate, and no other on board the skeletonship.

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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. BURNET. ARCHÆOL. PHIL. p. 68.


It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?

An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a weddingfeast, and detaineth one.


The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set :
May’st hear the merry din.”


He holds him with his skinny hand,
"There was a ship,” quoth he.
"Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard loon!”
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

The wedding-guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.

He holds him with his glittering eye-
The wedding-guest stood still,
And listens like a three years' child :
The Mariner hath his will.

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The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.


The Mariner The sun came up upon the left,
tells how the
sbip sailed Out of the se nomaha
with a good. And he shone bright, and on the right
wind and fair
weather, till
it reached

I Went down into the sea. the line.

Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-
The wedding-guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

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The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on the ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.


And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.


With sloping mast and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And south ward aye we fled.


And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

55 The land of

ice and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.

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