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The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Went down into the sea.

And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo !

And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work 'em woe :

His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner,for killing the bird of good luck.

For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.

Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to sla-
That made the breeze to blow !

Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, But when the

fog cleared The glorious Sun uprist :

off, they jus.

tify the sameThen all averred, I had killed the bird

and thus

make themThat brought the fog and mist.

selves accom, 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, plices in the

crime. That bring the fog and mist.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair

breeze con The furrow* stream'd off free:

tinues; the

ship enters We were the first that ever burst

the Pacific Into that silent sea.

Ocean and sails northward, even

till it reaches Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt the Line.

down, 'Twas sad as sad could be ;

The ship hath

been suddenAnd we did speak only to break

ly becalmed. The silence of the sea!

* In the former edition the line was,

The furrow follow'd free;

but I had not been long on board a ship, before I perceived that this was the image as seen by a spectator from the shore, or from another vessel. From the ship itself the Wake appears like a brook flowing off from the stern.

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion,
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

And the Albatross begins to be avenged.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: 0 Christ!
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assured were

A spirit had

followed Of the spirit that plagued us so:

them; one of

the invisible Nine fathom deep he had followed us

inhabitants of From the land of mist and snow.

this planet, neither departed souls

nor angels ; And every tongue, through utter drought,

concerning Was wither'd at the root;

whom the

learned Jew, We could not speak, no more than if Josephus, and

the Platonic We had been choak’d with soot.

Constantinopolitan, Mi.

chael Psellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.

Ah ! well a-day! what evil looks

The ship

mates, in Had I from old and young !

their sore

distress, Instead of the cross, the Albatross

would fain About my neck was hung.

throw the whole guilt

on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck.



There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!

How glazed each weary eye!
The ancient When looking westward, I beheld
Mariner be-
holdeth a sign A something in the sky.
in the ele-
ment afar off.

At first it seem'd a little speck,
And then it seem'd a mist:
It moved and moved, and took at last
A certain shape, I wist.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist !
And still it near'd and near'd :
And as if it dodged a water-sprite,
It plunged and tack'd and veer'd.

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