Imagens das páginas
PDF
ePub

The Rime

of the

Ancient Mariner.

IN SEVEN PARTS.

IT is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
“By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
“Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bid. den to a wed. ding-feast, and detaineth

one.

“ The Bridegroom's doors are open'd.wide,
" And I am next of kin;
“ The guests are met, the feast is set:
“ May'st hear the merry din.”

He holds him with his skinny hand,
“ There was a ship,” quoth he.
“ Hold off! unband me, grey-beard loon!”
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

B 2

VOL. II.

The wedding. He holds him with his glittering eyeguest is spellbound by the The wedding-guest stood still, eye of the old

And listens like a three years child :
sea-faring
man, and con The Mariner hath his will.
strained to
hear his tale.

The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
He can not chuse but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed mariner.

The ship was cheer'd, the harbour cleard,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the light-house top.

The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the line,

The Sun came up upon the left,
Out of the sea came he;
And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.

Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

she;

The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose
Nodding their heads before her

goes The merry minstrelsy.

The wedding-
guest heareth
the bridal
music; but
the mariner
continueth
his tale.

The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he can not chuse but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o’ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.

With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe

And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wonderous 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.

And through the drifts the snowy clift
Did send a dismal sheen :
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roar'd and

howl'd,
Like noises in a swound!

At length did cross an Albatross :
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,

Till a great sea-bird, called the Abaltross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality

We hailed it in God's name.

It ate the food it ne'er had eat,

And round and round it flew,

The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steer'd us through!

And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the Mariner's hollo !

And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward, through fog and floating ice.

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke

white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.

“God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !
Why look'st thou so?”—With my cross-

bow

The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.

I shot the ALBATROSS!

« AnteriorContinuar »