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A damsel with a dulcimer
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
Such punishments, I said, were due
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT
IN SEVEN PARTS.
THE PAINS OF SLEEP.
ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visi. biles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam
quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discri| mina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quæ loca habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit inee. nium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juval, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens as. suefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea in vigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.-T. BURNBT: Archaoi. Phil. p. 68.
PART 1. It is an ancient mariner,
An ancient mari
Ber meeteth three And he stoppeth one of three :
gallants bidden to “By thy long gray beard and glitter- a wedding-feast,
and detaiseth ing eye,
ope. Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
“ The bridegroom's doors are open'd
wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: Mayst hear the merry din.”
But yesternight I pray'd aloud
So two nights pass'd: the night's dismay
The ship was cheer'd, the harbour
The mariner tells The sun came up upon the left, In mist or cloud, on ma: 0). shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine:
T: Went down into the sea. till it reached the
smoke white, line.
Glimmer'd the white moonshine.
I shot the ALBATROSS. Che wedding. The bride hath paced into the hall, guest heareth the
PART II. oridal music : bat Red as a rose is she : the marider con. Nodding their heads before her goes The sun now rose upon the right: tidueth bis tale. The The merry minstrelsy.
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.
But no sweet bird did follow, The ship draw. And now the storM-BLAST came, and by a storm toward
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo !
out against the And it would work 'em wo:
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird for killing the bird With sloping masts and dripping prow,
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !
cleared off, they The glorious sun uprist:
justify the same, And southward aye we fled.
Then all a verr'd, I had kill'd the bird and thus make
themselves acAnd now there came both mist and / That brought the fog and mist.
complices in the snow,
'Twas right, said they, such birds to crime.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam The fair broezo
continues; the The land of ice, And through the drifts the snowy few,
ship enters the and of fearful
The furrow follow'd free; clists
Pacific Ocean, and sounds, where no
mail, northward living thing was Did send a dismal sheen:
We were the first that ever burst
even till it reacb to be seen. Nor shapes of men nor beasts we
Into that silent sea.
88 the line. ken
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt The ship bath The ice was all between.
been suddenly down,
becalmed. The ice was here, the ice was there,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea !
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand, bird, called the
No bigger than the moon. stbatross, came Thorough the fog it came; through the snow As if it had been a Christian soul, | Day after day, day after day, fog, and was re. We hail'd it in God's name.
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; jov and hospita
| As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And the albatrous
begins to be
Water, water, everywhere, And to the alba. And a good south wind sprung up
Nor any drop to drink. trose proveth a bird of good behind :
| The very deep did rot: 0 Christ! omen, and follow. The albatross did follow, eth the ship as it
That ever this should be! returned north. And every day, for food or play, Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs ward through fog Came to the mariner's hollo !
Upon the slimy sea. und foating ice.
About, about, in reel and rout When that strange shape drove sud-
but the skeletoa A spirit bad fol. And some in dreams assured were
of a ship. lowed them; one of the spirit that plagued us so;
(Heaven's mother send us grace !) of the invisible inhabitants of this Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us As if through a dungeon-grate he planet, neither From the land of mist and snow.
peer'a departed souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the With broad and burning face. Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They aro very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat
Are those her sails that glance in the
seen as bars en The shipmates, in Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
the face of the their sore distress
Did peer, as through a grate;
setting sun. would fain throw Had I from old and young! the whole guilt on Instead of the cross, the albatross
And is that woman all her crew ? the ancient mari. ner;- in sign
Is that a Death, and are there two ? The spectreAbout my neck was hung.
womaa and her whereof they
Is Death that woman's mate?
death-mate, and hang the dead
no other on board sea-bird round bis PART III. Her lips were red, her looks were the skeleton-ship
Like vezel, like THERE pass'd a weary time. Each
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was
she, How glazed each weary eye, The ancient ma. When looking westward, I beheld
Who thicks man's blood with cold. riner beholdeth a sign in the ele. A something in the sky.
The naked hulk alongside came, Death and Life meat afar oft.
in-Death have And the twain were casting dice; At first it seem'd a little speck
dieed for the “ The game is done! I've won, I've ship's crew, and And then it seem'd a mist;
she, the latter,
won ! It moved and moved, and took at last
winneth the le
cient mariner. Quoth she, and whistles thrice. A certain shape, I wist.
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush No twilight A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
within the courta
out: And it still near'd and near'd:
of the son.
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
Off shot the spectre-bark.
We listen'd and look'd sideways up! At the rising of eth him to be a lips baked,
Fear at my heart, as at a cup, ship; and at a We could nor laugh nor wail; dear ransom he Th. he Through utter drought all dumb we
My life-blood seem'd to sip! freeth bis speech
The stars were dim, and thick the
The steersman's face by his lamp
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned moon, with one bright
Too quick for groan or sigh, wa ship, that comes on ward without Hither to work us weal;
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly
His shipmatea drop dowa dead
The western wave was all a flame,
Four times fifty living men,
und so many lie And dre
Bat Life-in-Death The souls did from their bodies fly, Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April boar-frost spread; nariner.
And every soul, it pass'd me by But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship By the light of the The wedding. “I FEAR thee, ancient mariner!
moon he beholdguest feareth that
I watch'd the water-snakes;
eth God's crear a spirit is talking I fear thy skinny hand! [brown,
They moved in tracks of shining tures of the great to him; And thou art long, and lank, and
white, As is the ribb'd sea-sand."
And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship mariner assureth
I watch'd their rich attire; him of his bodily
guest! life, and proceed. This body dropt not down.
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, eth to relate bis
They coil'd and swam; and every borrible penance. Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Was a flash of golden fire.
Their beauty might declare;
their happiness. He despiseth the The many men, so beautiful!
A spring of love gush'd from my creatures of the And they all dead did lie:
He blesseth them things | And I bless'd them unaware : And a thousand thousand slimy things
in his heart. Lived on; and so did I.
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware. And envieth that I look'd upon the rotting sea, they should live,
The selfsame moment I could pray; The spell begins
to break dead.
I look'd upon the rotting deck, And from my neck so free
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
The silly buckets on the deck, By grace of the
That had so long remain'd,
holy mother, the
I dreamt that they were fill'd with is refresbed with Bat the curse liv. The cold sweat melted from their
dew; eth for bim in the limbs,
And when I awoke it rain'd.
My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
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.
sounds and secth In bis loneliness The moving moon went up the sky,
It did not come anear;
strange sights and and fixedness be And nowhere did abide :
But with its sound it shook the sails, commotions in searaeth towards
the sky and the the journeying Softly she was going up,
That were so thin and sere.
element. moon, and the stars that still so. And a star or two beside
The upper air burst into life! journ, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs
And a hundred fire-nags sheen, to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their Owo natural homes, which they enter upadnounced, as lords that are To and fro they were hurried about ! certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.
And the coming wind did roar more
loud, autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part
And the sails did sigh like sedge; composed
And the rain pour'd down from one It ceased ; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
| Moved onward from beneath. The bodies of the The loud wind never reach'd the ship's crew are
The losesome Under the keel nine fathom deep
spirit from ship, inspired, and the
the From the land of mist and snow,
south pole carties ship moves on. Yet now the ship moved on !
The spirit slid : and it was he on the ship as far Beneath the lightning and the moon
us the lica, is That made the ship to go.
obedience to the The dead men gave a groan. The sails at noon left off their tune, angelic troop,
still requires They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all And the ship stood still also.
The sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean :
But in a minute she 'gan to stir,
With a short uneasy motion-
Backwards and forwards half her
With a short uneasy motion.
And I fell down in a swound.
How long in that same fit I lay, The polar spirit
fellow dzmota, I have not to declare ;
the issuible is. Stood by me, knee to knee;
But ere my living life return'd, babitants of the The body and I pull'd at one rope,
element, take part I heard and in my soul discern'd
in his wrong; But he said naught to me.
Two voices in the air.
and try of thes
relate, one to the Bat not by the “I fear thee, ancient mariner!”
other, that per
“ Is it he ?” quoth one, " is this the arce long and wouls of the men, Bor by demons of be Be calm, thou wedding-guest : 1!
heavy for the as. eartb or middle 'Twas not those souls that fled in
By Him who died on cross, air, but by a
hath been accord blessed troop of
With his cruel bow he laid full low ed to the polar Which to their corses came again,
spirit, who re sent down by the But a troop of spirits blest:
The harmless albatross.
turneth soathinvocation of the
ward. guardian saint. For when it dawn'd-they dropp'a
“The spirit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow,
He loved the bird that loved the man
Who shot him with his bow.”
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
And penance more will do."
But tell me, tell me! speak again,
| Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the OCEAN doing?
The OCEAN hath no blast;