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THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
FACILE credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit, et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt? quæ loca habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari : ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.
ARCHÆOL. Phil. p. 68.
It is an ancient Mariner,
An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and
“ The bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
He holds him with his skinny hand,
The wedding He holds him with his glittering eye-
The Mariner hath his will. constrained
to hear his tale.
The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
The Mariner 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,
The werlding The bride hath paced into the hall, guest heareth
Red as a rose is he; music; but
Nodding their heads before her goes
the mariner continueth his tale.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
And now the storm-blast came, and he
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
The ice was here, the ice was there,
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Till a great
At length did cross an albatross,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And lo! the And a good south wind sprung up behind;
The albatross did follow, bird of good
And every day, for food or play,
It perched for vespers nine ;
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pions bird of good omen.
“ God save thee, ancient Mariner!
The sun now rose upon the right:
And the good south wind still blew behind,
And I had done a hellish thing,
His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.
Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.