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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 contrabat 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 detaineth orie.
“The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide,
He holds him with his skinny hand,
The wedding guest is spellbound by the eye of the old sea-faring man, and constrained to hear bis tale.
The wedding-guest sat on a stone:
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
The Mariner tells how the ship sailed so.ith ward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the line.
The sun came up upon the left,
Higher and higher every day,
The wedding guest heareth the bridal music; but
The bride hath paced into the hall,
Nodding their heads before her goes
the mariner continuetb bis tale.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
And now the storm-blast came, and he
The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
The land of Ice, and of fearful sonnds where no living thing was to be seen.
The ice was here, the ice was there,
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality
At length did cross an Albatross,
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
And lo! the Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward throngh fog and floating ice.
And a good south wind sprung up
In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.
“ God save thee, ancient Mariner!