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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,
I would build that dome in air,

And whom I ove, I love indeed.
That sunny dome! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them therc,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT Weave a circle round him thrice,

And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,

And drank the milk of Paradise.

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.
No wish conceived, no thought express'd!
Only a sense of supplication,

A sense o'er all my soul imprest

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?
In anguish and in agony,
Up-starting from the fiendish crowd

“ The bridegroom's doors are open'd

wide, Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me:

And I am next of kin;
A lurid light, a trampling throng,
Sense of intolerable wrong,

The guests are met, the feast is set:
And whom I scorn'd, those only strong!

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.
And shame and terror over all!
Deeds to be hid which were not hid,
Which all confused I could not know,

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
And listens like a three years' child; strained to hear

iog man, and conMy own or others', still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stilling shame.

The mariner hath his will.

his tale.
So two nights pass'd: the night's dismay The wedding-guest sat on a stone,
Sadden'd and stunn'd the coming day.

He cannot choose but hear;
Sleep, the wide blessing, seem'd to me And thus spake on that ancient man,
Distemper's worst calamity.

The bright-eyed mariner :-
The third night, when my own loud scream
Had waked me from the fiendish dream, The ship was cheer'd, the harbour
O’ercome with sufferings strange and wild,

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

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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.
Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon-

“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.
The wedding. The bride hath paced into the hall,
guest heareth the
Red as a rose is she ;

bridal music; but
the mariner con- Nodding their heads before her goes The sun now rose upon the right:
tinuetb his tale.
The merry minstrelsy.

Out of the sea came he,
The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Went down into the sea.

Still hid in mist, and on the left
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man, And the good south wind still blew
The bright-eyed mariner:-

The ship drawn And now the storm-BLAST came, and But no sweet bird did follow,
by a storm toward

Nor any day for food or play
the south pole.

Came to the mariner's hollo!
Was tyrannous and strong;
He struck with his o’ertaking wings, And I had done an hellish thing,

His shipmated cry
And chased us south along.

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!
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roar'd the Nordim nor red, like God's own head, But when tbe fog

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.
And it grew wondrous cold;

And ice, mast-high, came floating by, That bring the fog and mist.
As green as emerald.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam The fair breeze

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 ;
The ice was all around:

And we did speak only to break
It crack'd and growl'd, and roard and The silence of the sea !

All in a hot and copper sky,
Like noises in a swound!

The bloody sun, at noon,
Till a great sea. At length did cross an albatross:

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
It ate the food it ne'er had eat,

Upon a painted ocean.
And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
Water, water, everywhere,

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.



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About, about, in reel and rout When that strange shape drove sud-
The death-fires danced at night;

The water, like a witch's oils, Betwixt us and the sun.
Burnt green, and blue, and white.
And straight the sun was fleck'd with it seemeth him

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.

departed souls
nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the With broad and burning face.
Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. They
are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat

And every tongue, through utter How fast she nears and rears!

Are those her sails that glance in the
Was wither'd at the root;

We could not speak, no more than if Like restless gossamers ?
We had been choked with soot.

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

Like Sessel,
Her locks were yellow as gold:

Her skin was as white as leprosy,
Was parch’d, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! a weary time!

The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was
How glazed each weary eye,


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;
At first it seem'd a little speck

“ 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.
A certain shape, I wist.

The sun's rim dips; the stars rush No twilight
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!

within the c3

And it still neard and near'd:

At one stride comes the dark;
As if it dodged a water-sprite,

With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea
It plunged and tack'd and veerd.

Off shot the spectre-bark.
At its nearer ap. With throats unslaked, with black
proach, it seem.

We listen’d and look'd sideways up! At the rising eth him to be a lips baked,

the moc,

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.

I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood,

The steersman's face by his lamp
And cried, A sail! a sail !

gleam'd white;
With throats unslaked, with black From the sails the dew did drip-
lips baked,

Till clomb above the eastern bar
Agape they heard me call;

The horned moon, with one bright
A flash of joy. Gramercy! they for joy did grin,

And all at once their breath drew in, Within the nether tip.
As they were drinking all.
One after one, by the star-doggd One after 23-

And horror fol. See! see! (I cried,) she tacks no moon,
lows; for can it be

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.

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dear ransom he

from the bonds of


His shipdates drop down dead.

The western wave was all a flame,
The day was wellnigh done,
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright sun;

Four times fifty living men,
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan,)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropp'd down one by one.

on mariner.

moon he behold.


mariner assureth

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,
begins her work
the ancient They fled to bliss or wo!

Like April hoar-frost spread;
And every soul, it pass'd me by But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW! The charmed water burnt alway

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
“ I fear thee and thy glittering eye,

Fell off in hoary flakes.
And thy skinny hand so brown.”—
But the ancient Fear not, fear not, thou wedding- I watch'd their rich attire ;

Within the shadow of the ship
him of his bodily

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,

Alone on a wide, wide sea !

Was a flash of golden fire.
And never a saint took pity on O happy living things! no tongue

Their beauty and
My soul in agony.

their happiness.

Their beauty might declare;
He despiseth the The many men, so beautiful !

A spring of love gushd from my
And they all dead did lie:


He blesseth them
And a thousand thousand slimy things And I bless’d them unaware:
Lived on; and so did I.

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
And there the dead men lay.

The albatross fell off, and sank

Like lead into the sea.
I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray ;
But or ever a prayer had gush’d,

A wicked whisper came, and made

O SLEEP! it is a gentle thing,
My heart as dry as dust.

Beloved from pole to pole!
I closed my lids, and kept them close, To Mary queen the praise be given !
And the balls like pulses beat; She sent the gentle sleep from heaven,
For the sky and the sea, and the sea That slid into my soul.

and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye

The silly buckets on the deck, By grace of the
And the dead were at my feet.
That had so long remain'd,

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
The look with which they look'd on My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
Had never pass'd away.

My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
An orphan's curse would drag to hell And still my body drank.
A spirit from on high ;
But O! more horrible than that

I moved, and could not feel my limbs:
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!

I was so light-almost
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that I thought that I had died in sleep,

And was a blessed ghost.
And yet I could not die.
And soon I heard a roaring wind: He heareth

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.
* For the last two lines of this stanza, I am indebted to
Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from Nether and the coming wind did roar more
Slowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the

loud, autumn of 1797, that this poem was planned, and in part

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And the rain pour'd down from one It ceased; yet still the sails made on
black cloud;

A pleasant noise till noon,
The moon was at its edge.

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,
The thick black cloud was cleft, and That to the sleeping woods all night

Singeth a quiet tune.
The moon was at its side :
Like waters shot from some high crag, Till noon we quietly sailed on,
The lightning fell with never a jag,

Yet never a breeze did breathe :
A river steep and wide.

Slowly and smoothly went the ship,

Moved onward from beneath.
The bodies of the The loud wind never reach'd the Under the keel nine fathom deep,

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
Beneath the lightning and the moon
That made the ship to go.

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,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ;

Had fix'd her to the ocean:
It had been strange, e'en in a dream, But in a minute she'gan to stir,
To have seen those dead men rise.

With a short uneasy motion

Backwards and forwards half her
The helmsman steer'd, the ship moved


With a short uneasy motion.
Yet never a breeze up blew ;
The mariners all’gan work the ropes, Then like a pawing horse let go,
Where they were wont to do; She made a sudden bound:
They raised their limbs like liseless It Aung the blood into my head,

And I fell down in a swound.
We were a ghastly crew
How long in that same fit I lay, The polar spirits

fellow dæmoes, The body of my brother's son

I have not to declare;
Stood by me, knee to knee;

But ere my living life return'd,
The body and I pull’d at one rope,

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.
invocation of the
guardian saint.
For when it dawn'd—they droppid

“The spirit who bideth by himself
In the land of mist and snow,

He loved the bird that loved the man
And cluster'd round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through

Who shot him with his bow."
their mouths,

The other was a softer voice,
And from their bodies pass'd.

As soft as honey-dew:
Around, around, flew each sweet Quoth he, “The man hath penance

Then darted to the sun ;

And penance more will do."
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mix'd, now one by one.


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Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky, But tell me, tell me! speak again,
I heard the skylark sing ;

Thy soft response renewing-
Sometimes all little birds that are,

What makes that ship drive on so fast?
How they seem'd to fill the sea and

What is the ocean doing?
With their sweet jargoning!


And now 'twas like all instruments, Still as a slave before his lord,
Now like a lonely flute;

The Ocean hath no blast;
And now it is an angel's song, His great bright eye most silently
That makes the heavens be mute. Up to the moon is cast-

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