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And he has leaped into the waves, and crossed the shining

stream, And he has clambered up the bank, all in the moonlight gleam; Oh, there are kisses sweet as dew, and words as soft as rain — But they have heard her father's steps, and in he leaps again!

Out spoke the ancient fisherman: “Oh, what was that, my

daughter?” “ 'Twas nothing but a pebble, sir, I threw into the water.” “And what is that, pray tell me, love, that paddles off so

fast?” “It's nothing but a porpoise, sir, that's been a-swimming

past.”

Out spoke the ancient fisherman: “Now bring me my har

poon ! I'll get into my fishing boat, and fix the fellow soon.” Down fell the pretty innocent, as falls a snow-white lamb; Her hair drooped round her pallid cheeks, like seaweed on a

clam. Alas for those two loving ones ! she waked not from her

swound, And he was taken with the cramp, and in the waves was

drowned; But Fate has metamorphosed 1 them, in pity of their woe, And now they keep an oyster shop for mermaids down below.

SUGGESTIONS FOR ADDITIONAL READINGS
The Deacon's Master piece. Oliver Wendell Holmes.
The Diverting History of John Gilpin. William Cowper.
The Walrus and the Carpenter. Lewis Carroll.
The Courtin'. James Russell Lowell.
For the teacher to read to the class :
The Chambered Nautilus and The Boys, by Holmes.

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THREE SEA PICTURES AND A MORAL

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) was born in Devonshire, England. He was a daydreamer from early childhood. For many years Coleridge lived in the Lake Country and he is known as one of the Lake Poets. The Ancient Mariner, from which these selections are taken, was composed while the poet was on a walking tour with his friends, Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy. It is his poetical masterpiece. See also:

Halleck's New English Literature, pp. 398-406.
Herford's The Age of Wordsworth (Coleridge).
Traill's Coleridge.
Caine's Life of Coleridge.

The Antarctic Ocean and the Albatross
AND now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
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 roared and howled,
Like voices in a swound !

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

In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
While all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white moonshine.

“God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends that plague thee thus ! —
Why look'st thou so?” – “With my crossbow
I shot the Albatross.”

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Daytime on the Tropical Ocean 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, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.

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Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire;
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.
O happy living things ! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.
The selfsame moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

IV.

The Moral O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely, 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk, With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!

1 Church.

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