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And round and round it flew,
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
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.”
*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.
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.
66 The game
Alas! thought I, and my heart beat loud,
How fast she nears and nears !
Did peer, as through a grate ?
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.
40. • The souls did from their bodies fly—
They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul it passed me by
Like the whizz of my cross-bow !
41. • The
many men so beautiful ! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
• I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away ;
And there the dead men lay.
43. *I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ;
But or ever a prayer had gushed, A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.
I watched the water-snakes;
Fell off in hoary flakes.