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A damsel with a dulcimer
Such punishments, I said, were due In a vision once I saw:
To natures deepliest stain'd with sin: It was an Abyssinian maid,
For aye entempesting anew And on her dulcimer she play'd,
Th’unfathomable hell within, Singing of Mount Abora.
The horror of their deeds to view, Could I revive within me
To know and loath, yet wish and do! Her symphony and song,
Such griefs with such men well agree, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, But wherefore, wherefore fall on me? That with music loud and long,
To be beloved is all I need,
And whom I ove, I love indeed.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT Weave a circle round him thrice,
IN SEVEN PARTS.
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visi. biles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam
quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discriTHE PAINS OF SLEEP.
mina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quæ loca
habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingeERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
nium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non It hath not been my use to pray
ditliteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabula, majoris
et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens as With moving lips or bended knees;
suefacta hödiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et But silently, by slow degrees,
lota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interes My spirit I to love compose,
invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incerIn humble trust mine eyelids close,
lis, diem a nocie, distinguamus.-T. BURNET: Archeol. With reverential resignation,
Phil. p. 63.
It is an ancient mariner,
An ancient man That I am weak, yet not unblest,
And he stoppeth one of three :
gallants biddes to Since in me, round me, everywhere,
“ By thy long gray beard and glitter- a wedding-feast, Eternal Strength and Wisdom are.
ing eye, But yesternight I pray'd aloud
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
“ The bridegroom's doors are open'd
wide, Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me:
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
Mayst hear the merry din.” Thirst of revenge, the powerless will
He holds him with his skinny hand : Still baffled, and yet burning still !
“ There was a ship," quoth he. Desire with loathing strangely mix'd,
“ Hold off! unhand me, gray-beard On wild or hateful objects fix'd.
loon!" Fantastic passions ! maddening brawl!
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering The wedding
guest is spell. Whether I suffer'd, or I did :
bound by the ere For all seem'd guilt, remorse, or wo,
The wedding-guest stood still, of the old seafar
iog man, and conMy own or others', still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stilling shame.
The mariner hath his will.
He cannot choose but hear;
The bright-eyed mariner :-
clear'd, I wept as I had been a child;
Merrily did we drop And having thus by tears subdued
Below the kirk, below the hill, **y anguish to a milder mood,
Below the light-house top.
Der meetett three
and detaileth one.
The mariner tells The sun came up upon the left, In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, how the ship sail.
Out of the sea came he! ed mouthward
It perch'd for vespers nine: with a good wind And he shone bright, and on the right Whiles all the night, through fogand fair weather: Went down into the sea. till it reached the
smoke white, line,
Glimmer'd the white moonshine.
“God save thee, ancient mariner! The ancient mari. The wedding-guest here beat his From the fiends that plague thee thus! killeth the pious breast,
Why look'st thou so ?"— With my bird of good For he heard the loud bassoon.
I shot the ALBATROSS.
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the left
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariner's hollo!
His shipmated cry
out against the And it would work 'em wo:
ancient mariner, With sloping masts and dripping prow, That made the breeze to blow. For all averr’d, I had kill'd the bird for killing the bird
of good-luck. As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe,
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!
cleared off, they The glorious sun uprist:
justify the same, And southward aye we fled. Then all averrod, I had kill'd the bird and thus make
themselvos ae. And now there came both mist and That brought the fog and mist.
complices in the snow,
'Twas right, said they, such birds to crime.
continues; the The land of ice, And through the drifts the snowy
ship enters the and of fearful clifts The furrow follow'd free ;
Pacific Ocean, and Bounds, where DO living thing was Did send a dismal sheen:
We were the first that ever burst
even till it reach.
es the line. Nor shapes of men nor beasts we Into that silent sea. ken
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt The ship hath The ice was all between.
been suddenly down,
becalmed. The ice was here, the ice was there,
'Twas sad as sad could be ;
And we did speak only to break
All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand, bird, called the albatross, Thorough the fog it came ;
No bigger than the moon. through the snow As if it had been a Christian soul, Day after day, day after day, fog, and was re. ceived with grea! We hail'd it in God's name.
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; joy and hospita
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
And the albatross
begins to be The helmsman steer'd us through! And all the boards did shrink :
Water, water, everywhere, And lo! the alba. And a good south wind sprung up
Nor any drop to drink. tross proveth a bird of good behind;
The very deep did rot: 0) Christ! omen, and follow. eth the ship as it The albatross did follow,
That ever this should be ! returned north- And every day, for food or play, Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs ward through fog Came to the mariner's hollo!
Upon the slimy sea, and floating ice.
to be seen.
scea 23 bar
their sore distress
Om aad ber
no other su taari
About, about, in reel and rout When that strange shape drove sud-
but tbe telesa A spirit bad fol. And some in dreams assured were
of a ship lowed them; one of the spirit that plagued us so;
(Heaven's mother send us grace !) of the invisible in. liabitants of this Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us As if through a dungeon-grate he planet,-neither From the land of mist and snow.
Are those her sails that glance in the
Are those her ribs through which the and its ribs are The shipmates,in Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
sun would sain throw Had I from old and young !
Did peer, as through a grate;
setting a the whole guilt on Instead of the cross, the albatross
And is that woman all her crew? the apcient mari. About my neck was hung.
Is that a DEATH, and are there two? The spectre ner;-in siga
Is DEATH that woman's mate? whereof they
death-tuate, 11 hang the dead sea-bird round his PART III.
Her lips were red, her looks were the skeletreebip. neck.
free, THERE pass'd a weary time. Each
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was
Who thicks man's blood with cold. The ancient ma. When looking westward, I beheld sign in the ele. A something in the sky.
The naked hulk alongside came,
Death and Le ment afar ofl.
And the twain were casting dice;
“ The game is done! I've won, I've ship's cres, as! And then it seem'd a mist;
she, the latter, It moved and moved, and took at last
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
The sun's rim dips; the stars rush No twilight
within the c3
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
Off shot the spectre-bark.
We listen’d and look'd sideways up! At the rising eth him to be a lips baked,
Fear at my heart, as at a cup, ship; and at a We could nor laugh nor wail;
My life-blood seem'd to sip! freeth his speech Through utter drought all dumb we
The stars were dim, and thick the thirst.
The steersman's face by his lamp
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned moon, with one bright
Too quick for groan or sigh, a ship, that comes onward without Hither to work us weal;
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly wind or tido? Without a breeze, without a tide,
pang, She steadies with upright keel!
And cursed me with his eye.
in-DeatA bare diced for the
Wispeth the 15 cient manner.
of the SD.
dear ransom he
from the bonds of
His shipdates drop down dead.
The western wave was all a flame,
Four times fifty living men,
moon he behold.
creatures of the calm.
in his heart.
But Life-in-Death The souls did from their bodies fly,- Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
A still and awful red.
Beyond the shadow of the ship By the light of the The wedding “I FEAR thee, ancient mariner!
I watch'd the water-snakes; guest feareth that
eth God's crea. a spirit is talking
fear thy skinny hand! [brown, They moved in tracks of shining tures of the great to him; And thou art long, and lank, and
white, As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*
And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.
Within the shadow of the ship
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, life, and proceed. This body dropt not down. eth to relate bis
They coild and swam; and every horrible pegance. Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Was a flash of golden fire.
Their beauty and
Their beauty might declare;
A spring of love gushd from my
He blesseth them
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I bless'd them unaware. And envieth that I look'd upon the rotting sea, they should live, And drew my eyes away;
The selfsame moment I could pray ;
The spell begins and so many lie
to break. dead.
I look'd upon the rotting deck, And from my neck so free
The albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
and the sky,
The silly buckets on the deck, By grace of the
holy mother, the
ancient mariner I dreamt that they were fill'd with is refreshed with
rain. But the curre liv. The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
And when I awoke it rain'd. eye of the dead
Nor rot nor reek did they : [me
My garments all were dank;
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
I was so light-almost
And was a blessed ghost.
sounds and seeth
It did not come anear; In his loneliness The moving moon went up the sky,
strange sights and And nowhere did abide :
But with its sound it shook the sails, commotions in yearneth towards
the sky and the the journeying Softly she was going up,
That were so thin and sere. moon, and the
And a star or two beside stars that still so
The upper air burst into life! journ, yet still move opward ; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their pative country and their | And a hundred fire-flags sheen, own natural home, wbich they enter unannounced, as lords that are To and fro they were hurried about ! certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.
loud, autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part
And the sails did sigh like sedge; coinposed,
eth for him in the
and firedness be
And the rain pour'd down from one It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
Singeth a quiet tune.
Yet never a breeze did breathe :
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.
The lonesome ship's crew are
opirit from the ship, inspired, and the
From the land of mist and snow,
south pole carries ship moves on. Yet now the ship moved on!
The spirit slid: and it was he on the ship as far
as tbe line, ia The dead men gave a groan.
obedience to the The sails at noon left off their tune, angelic troop, bet
still requireth They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all And the ship stood still also.
The sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean:
With a short uneasy motion
Backwards and forwards half her
With a short uneasy motion.
And I fell down in a swound.
fellow dæmoes, The body of my brother's son
I have not to declare;
But ere my living life return'd,
eletdent, take part I heard and in my soul discern'd
in his wrong; But he said naught to me. Two voices in the air.
relate, one to the But not by the “I fear thee, ancient mariner!”
other, that per souls of the men,
“ Is it he ?” quoth one,“ is this the
ance long and
man ? por by dæmons of Be calm, thou wedding-guest:
heavy for the as. earth or middle 'Twas not those souls that fled in By Him who died on cross, air, but by a blessed troop of pain,
With his cruel bow he laid full low ed to the polar angelic spirits, Which to their corses came again,
spirit, wbo resent down by the But a troop of spirits blest:
The harmless albatross.
“The spirit who bideth by himself
He loved the bird that loved the man
Who shot him with his bow."
The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honey-dew:
And penance more will do."
the invisible inhabitants of the
and two of thesa
cient mariner bath been accord.
Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky, But tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?
And now 'twas like all instruments, Still as a slave before his lord,
The Ocean hath no blast;