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Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
His shipmates drop down dead.
Four times fifty living men,
The souls did from their bodies fly, -
220 But Life-in
Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.
"I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner !
ding guest 225 feareth that
a spirit is talking to him.
I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
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,
He despiseth The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie :
And envieth that they should live, and so many lie dead.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ;
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
But the curse liveth
The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
for him in
The look with which they looked on me
255 the eye of
An orphan's curse would drag to hell
265 yearneth to
The moving moon went up the sky,
In his loneli. And no where did abide :
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,
Beyond the shadow of the ship,
By the light of the moon he beholdeth God's creatures of the great calm.
Within the shadow of the ship
Their beauty O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare :
He blesseth them in his heart.
The spell begins to break.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
By grace of the holy Mother, the
The silly buckets on the deck,
I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
I moved, and could not feel my limbs :
And soon I heard a roaring wind :
sounds and 310 seeth strange
sights and commotions in the sky and the ele. ment.
The upper air burst into life!
And the coming wind did roar more loud,
320 The moon was at its edge.