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Part I I
«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,
His shipmates cry out
And it would work 'em woe :
against the ancient Mariner,
For all averred, I had killed the bird
for killing the bird of
That made the breeze to blow.
good luck.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
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 justify the same,
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
and thus make themselves
That brought the fog and mist.
accomplices in the crime.
'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The fair breeze continues ;
The furrow followed free ;
the ship enters the Pacific
We were the first that ever burst
Ocean, and sails northward,
Into that silent sea.
even till it reaches the Line.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,
The ship hath been
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
suddenly becalmed.
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,
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.
Water, water, every where,
And the Albatross begins
And all the boards did shrink ;
to be avenged.
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot : O Christ !
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
A Spirit had followed
The death-fires danced at night;
them ; one of the invisible
The water, like a witch's oils,
inhabitants of this planet,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
neither departed souls nor
angels ; concerning whom
And some in dreams assured were
.
the learned Jew, Josephus, and
Of the Spirit that plagued us so ;
the Platonic Constantinopolitan,
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
Michael Psellus, may be
From the land of mist and snow.
consulted. They are very
numerous, and there is no
And every tongue, through utter drought,
climate or element without
Was withered at the root;
one or more.
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks
The shipmates, in their sore
Had I from old and young !
distress, would fain throw
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
the whole guilt on the
About my neck was hung.
ancient Mariner: in sign
. whereof they
hang the
dead sea-bird round his
neck.
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