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Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.


His shipmates drop down dead.

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly, -
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow !”

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Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.


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"I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner !
I fear thy skinny hand !
And thou are long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand. ?

The wed

ding guest 225 feareth that

a spirit is talking to him.

I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand, so brown.”—
Fear not, fear not, thou wedding-guest! 230 cient Mari-

ner assureth This body dropt not down.

him of his bodily life, and proceed

eth to relate 1 For the last two lines of this stanza, I am indebted his horrible to Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from penance. Nether Stowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part composed.”

Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea !
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.


He despiseth The many men, so beautiful!
the creatures
of the calm.

And they all dead did lie :
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.


And envieth that they should live, and so many lie dead.

I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.


I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.

I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the

Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.

But the curse liveth

The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they :

for him in

The look with which they looked on me
Had never passed away.

255 the eye of

the dead


An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high ;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.


265 yearneth to

The moving moon went up the sky,

In his loneli. And no where did abide :

ness and

fixedness he Softly she was going up,

wards the And a star or two beside

journeying moon, and the stars that

still sojourn, yet still move onward ; and every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter un'announced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.

Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship’s huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burned alway
A still and awful red.

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Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water-snakes :
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

By the light of the moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the great calm.


Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire:
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.


and their

Their beauty O happy living things! no tongue

Their beauty might declare :
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware :
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.


He blesseth them in his heart.

The spell begins to break.

The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.



Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given !
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
That slid into my soul.


By grace of the holy Mother, the

The silly buckets on the deck,
That had so long remained,

I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
And when I awoke, it rained.

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My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.

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I moved, and could not feel my limbs :
I was so light-almost
I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.

And soon I heard a roaring wind :
It did not come anear;
But with its sound it shook the sails,
That were so thin and sere.

He heareth

sounds and 310 seeth strange

sights and commotions in the sky and the ele. ment.

The upper air burst into life!
And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
To and fro they were hurried about !
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.


And the coming wind did roar more loud,
And the sails did sigh like sedge;
And the rain poured down from one black

320 The moon was at its edge.

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