Higher and higher every day,

Till over the mast at noon-'

+ The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.

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

And now the Storm-blast came, & he

Was tyrannous & strong:

He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
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With sloping masts & dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell & blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,

The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled.

*The land of ice, & of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.

And now there came both mist & 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 & growled, & roared & howled,
Like noises in a swound!

At lenght

"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 & 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,

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

I shot the Albatross.

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*Till a great seabird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, & was received with great joy & hospitality.

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

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

*His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.

THE Sun now rose upon the right :

Out of the sea came he,

Still hid in mist, & 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 a hellish thing,

And it would work 'em woe:

For

For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow !

* Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist :

Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog & mist.

'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay,
That bring the fog & mist.

+ The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free;

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

>Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down,

'Twas sad as sad could be ;

And we did speak only to break

The silence of the sea!

The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.

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