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The cincture from beneath her breast:
Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs ;
And with low voice and doleful look
'In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell,
That in the dim forest
And found'st a bright lady, surpassingly fair;
To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.
den to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.
The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of
the old seafaring-man, and constrained to hear his tale.
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?
'The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin ;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
He holds him with his skinny hand,
He holds him with his glittering eye—
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
And thus spake on that ancient man,
'The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the light-house top.
tells how the
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
'Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon-'
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
The bride hath paced into the hall,
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
'And now the storm-blast came, and he
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the blast,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd,
The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his taie.
The ship drawn by a storm toward the south
The land of
ice, and of fearful
sounds, where no living thing was to be
Till a great sea-bird, called the
And lo! the provetha bird of god omen,
the ship as it returned
northward through fog and floating ice.
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mari
ner for killing the bird of good luck.
At length did cross an Albatross :
As if it had been a Christian soul,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
And a good south wind sprung up behind;
And every day, for food or play,
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
[white, Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
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
And I had done a hellish thing,
For all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair
We were the first that ever burst
breeze continues, the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even
Into that silent sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt till it reaches 'Twas sad as sad could be ;
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
Water, water, every where,
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus
The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.
And the Albatross begins to be avenged.