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"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
In Seven Parts [ Part I ] [ Part II ] [ Part III ] [ Part IV ] [ Part V ] [ Part VI ] [ Part VII ] |
ARGUMENT
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole: and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean: and of the strange things that befell: and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country. PART I An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one. And he stoppeth one of three. `By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? And I am next of kin: The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' `There was a ship,' quoth he. `Hold off! unhand me, grey-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. The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. He cannot choose but hear: And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line. Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Till over the mast at noon--' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music: but the Mariner continueth his tale. Red as a rose is she: Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. Yet he cannot choose but hear: And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. The ship driven by a storm toward the south pole. Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. 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, The southward aye we fled. And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald. The land of ice, and of fearful sounds where no living thing was to be seen. Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-- The ice was all between. The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality. Thorough the fog it came: As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit: The helmsman steered us through! And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice. The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! It perched for vespers nine: Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.' The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen. From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why look'st thou so ?'--With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. | ||
"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" (In Seven Parts) [ Part I ] [ Part II ] [ Part III ] [ Part IV ] [ Part V ] [ Part VI ] [ Part VII ] |
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