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Was tyrannous and strong;
And forward bends his head,
And it grew wondrous cold;
Did send a dismal sheen :
The ice was all between.
14. The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around; It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound !
Thorough the fog it came;
We hailed it in God's name.
And round and round it flew,
17. * And a good south wind sprung up behind ;
The albatross did follow,
It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moonshine.'
19. 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.
And it would work 'em woe;
That made the breeze to blow !
The glorious sun uprist:
That brought the fog and mist. “ 'Twas right,” said they, “such birds to slay
That bring the fog and mist.”
22. *Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropped down,
'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea.
'Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
24. Water, water everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
25. About, about, in reel and rout,
The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils,
Burned green, and blue, and white.
Was withered at the root;
We had been choked with soot.
27. Ah, well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross the albatross
About my neck was hung.
28. There passed a weary time. Each throat
Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time!
How glazed each weary eye ! When looking westward I beheld A something in the sky.
And then it seemed a mist;
And still it neared and neared :
Hither to work us weal, Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
32. The western wave was all a-flame,
The day was well-nigh done, Almost
the western wave
33. ‘And straight the sun was flecked with bars
Heaven's mother send us grace -
With broad and burning face.
34. Alas! thought I, and
heart beat loud,
Did peer, as through a grate ?
And the twain were casting dice ; “ The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
37. “The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out,
At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre-bark.
38. · The stars were dim and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white,
From the sails the dew did drip-
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan), With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.