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With throats unslaked, with black One after one, by the star-dogged One after an lips baked,

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It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.

And its ribs are

scen as bars on the face of the setting Sun.

The spectrewoman and her death-mate, and no other on board the skeleton-ship. Like vessel, like crew!

The western wave was all a flame,
The day was well-nigh done,
Almost upon the western wave
Rested the broad bright Sun;
When that strange shape drove sud-
denly

Betwixt us and the Sun.

Moon,

Too quick for groan or sigh,
Each turn'd his face with a ghastly

pang,

And cursed me with his eye.

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.
The souls did from their bodies fly,-
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it pass'd me by
Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW!

PART IV.

"I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner!

And straight the Sun was fleck'd I fear thy skinny hand!

with bars,

(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)

As if through a dungeon-grate he

peer'd

With broad and burning face.

other,

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And thou art long, and lank, and to him;

brown,

As is the ribb'd sea-sand.*

"I fear thee and thy glittering eye,

And thy skinny hand so brown.".

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding- But the ancient

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Did peer, as through a grate;

And is that woman all her crew?
Is that a DEATH, and are there two?
IS DEATH that woman's mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were
free,

Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was as white as leprosy,
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was
she,

Who thicks man's blood with cold.

Death, and Life- The naked hulk alongside came,
And the twain were casting dice;
“The game is done! I've won, I've

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The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy
things

Lived on; and so did I.

I look'd upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.

I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gush'd,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.

I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea
and the sky,

Lay like a load on my weary eye

At one stride comes the Dark;
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea And the dead were at my feet.
Off shot the spectre-bark.

We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
My life-blood seem'd to sip!
The stars were dim, and thick the

night,
The steersman's face by his lamp
gleam'd white;

From the sails the dew did drip-
Till clomb above the eastern bar
The horned Moon, with one bright

star

Within the nether tip.

The cold sweat melted from their
limbs,

Mariner assureth him of his bodily life, and proccedeth to relate his horrible penance.

He despiseth the creatures of the calm.

And envieth tha: they should live, and so many lie dead.

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But the curse liv eth for him in the eye of the dead men.

Nor rot nor reek did they;
The look with which they look'd on
Had never pass'd away.

An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
A spirit from on high;

For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth. It was on a delightful walk from Nother Stowey to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the Autumn of 1797 that this Poem was planned, and in part composed.

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The upper air burst into life!

In his loneliness The moving Moon went up the sky, And a hundred fire-flags sheen,

and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the

stars that still so

And nowhere did abide :

Softly she was going up,

And a star or two beside

journ, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.

By the light of

the Moon he becreatures of the

boldeth God's

great calm.

Her beams bemock'd the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow
lay,

The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.

Beyond the shadow of the ship
I watch'd the water-snakes:
They moved in tracks of shining
white,

And when they rear'd, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship
I watch'd their rich attire:

Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coil'd and swam; and every
track

Was a flash of golden fire.

Their beauty and O happy living things! no tongue their happiness. Their beauty might declare :

He blesseth them in his heart.

A spring of love gush'd from my
heart,

And I bless'd them unaware:

To and fro they were hurried about!
And to and fro, and in and out,
The wan stars danced between.

And the coming wind did roar more
loud,

And the sails did sigh like sedge;
And the rain pour'd down from one
black cloud;

The Moon was at its edge.

The thick black cloud was cleft, and
still

The Moon was at its side:

Like waters shot from some high crag,
The lightning fell with never a jag,
A river steep and wide.

in the sky and the element.

The loud wind never reach'd the The bodies of the

ship,

Yet now the ship moved on!
Beneath the lightning and the Moon
The dead men gave a groan.

They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all

uprose,

Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.

The helmsman steer'd, the ship
moved on,

Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,

Sure my kind saint took pity on me, Where they were wont to do;
And I bless'd them unaware.

The spell begins The self-same moment I could pray;

to break.

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is refreshed with I dreamt that they were fill'd with And when I awoke, it rain'd.

rain

They raised their limbs like lifeless
tools

-We were a ghastly crew.

The body of my brother's son
Stood by me, knee to knee :
The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me.

ship's crew are inspired, and the ship moves on

But not by the souls of the men,

"I fear thee, ancient Mariner!"
Be calm, thou Wedding-guest!
'Twas not those souls that fled in nor by dæmons of

pain,

Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest:

For when it dawn'd-they dropp'd

their arms,

My lips were wet, my throat was cold, And cluster'd round the mast;

My garments all were dank;

Sure I had drunken in my dreams,

And still my body drank.

Sweet sounds rose slowly through

their mouths,

And from their bodies pass'd.

I moved, and could not feel my Around, around, flew each sweet

limbs :

I was so light-almost

I thought that I had died in sleep,
And was a blessed ghost.

sound,

Then darted to the Sun;

Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mix'd, now one by one.

earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits, sent down by the invocation of the

guardian saint.

The lonesome spirit from the

south-pole carries on the ship as far as the line, in

obedience to the angelic troop, but still requireth vengeance.

Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky,
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seem'd to fill the sea and
air,

With their sweet jargoning!

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And now 't was like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;

And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the Heavens be mute.

PART VI.

FIRST VOICE.

BUT tell me, tell me! speak again,
Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on so
fast?

What is the OCEAN doing?

SECOND VOICE.

Still as a slave before his lord,
The OCEAN hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently

It ceased; yet still the sails made on Up to the Moon is cast—

A pleasant noise till noon,

A noise like of a hidden brook

In the leafy month of June,

If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.

That to the sleeping woods all night See, brother, see! how graciously
Singeth a quiet tune.

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:

Slowly and smoothly went the ship,

Moved onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their tune,
And the ship stood still also.

The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fix'd her to the ocean:
But in a minute she 'gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion-
Backwards and forwards half
length

With a short uneasy motion.

Then like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.

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ance long and

Two VOICES in the air.

her

"Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the
man?

heavy for the an- By him who died on cross,

cient Mariner

hath been accorded to the Polar Spirit, who returneth southward.

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I view'd the ocean green,
And look'd far forth, yet little saw

With his cruel bow he laid full low Of what had else been seen-
The harmless Albatross.

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The harbor-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn!

And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the moon.

He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrive my soul, he'll wash

away

The Albatross's blood.

PART VII.

THIS Hermit good lives in that wood The Hermit of
Which slopes down to the sea.
the Wood,

How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countrée.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and

eve

He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.

The skiff-boat near'd: I heard them
talk,

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Why this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair,

The rock shone bright, the kirk no That signal made but now?"

less

That stands above the rock:

The moonlight steep'd in silentness
The steady weathercock.

And the bay was white with silent
light,

The angelic spir- Till, rising from the same,

its leave the dead bodies,

And appear in their own forms of light.

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Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit Approacheth the
said-
ship with wonder

"And they answer not our cheer!
The planks look warp'd! and see
those sails,

How thin they are and sere!
I never saw aught like to them,

Full many shapes that shadows were, Unless perchance it were
In crimson colors came.

A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turn'd my eyes upon the deck-
Oh, Christ! what saw I there!

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;
And, by the holy rood!

A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.

"Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf
below,

That eats the she-wolf's young."

"

Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look-
(The Pilot made reply,)

I am a-fear'd"-
"'—“Push on, push on!"

This seraph band, each waved his Said the Hermit cheerily.

hand:

It was a heavenly sight!

They stood as signals to the land
Each one a lovely light;

This seraph band, each waved his
hand,

The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirr'd;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.

Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:

No voice did they impart-
No voice; but oh! the silence sank It reach'd the ship, it split the bay;

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The ship suddenly sinketh.

Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful
sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,

The ancient Mariner is saved in the Pilot's boat.

My head was turn'd perforce away, Like one that hath been seven days

And I saw a boat appear.

The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

I saw a third-I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!

drown'd

My body lay afloat;

But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.

Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.

The ancient Ma

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His eyes went to and fro.

But in the garden-bower the bride
And bride-maids singing are:
And hark! the little vesper-bell,
Which biddeth me to prayer.

O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:

So lonely 't was, that God himself

Scarce seemed there to be.

"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
The Devil knows how to row."

And now, all in my own countrée,
I stood on the firm land!

The Hermit stepp'd forth from the
boat,

And scarcely he could stand.

“O shrive me, shrive me, holy man!"

Einer earnestly en- The Hermit cross'd his brow. reateth the Her

mit to shrive him;

and the penance of life falls on him.

And ever and

anon throughout his future life an agony constraineth him to travel from land to land,

"Say quick," quoth he, “I bid thee

say

-What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was
wrench'd

With a woful agony,

"Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk,
With a goodly company!—

To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,

While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving
friends,

And youths and maidens gay!

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well

Both man and bird and beast.

Which forced me to begin my tale; He prayeth best, who loveth best

And then it left me free.

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:

And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,

I know the man that must hear me :
To him my tale I teach.

All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.

He went like one that hath been
stunn'd,

What loud uproar bursts from that And is of sense forlorn,

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And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth.

Christabel.

PREFACE.*

at either of the former periods, or if even the first and second part had been published in the year 1800, the impression of its originality would have been much greater than I dare at present expect. But THE first part of the following poem was written in for this, I have only my own indolence to blame. the year one thousand seven hundred and ninety- The dates are mentioned for the exclusive purpose seven, at Stowey in the county of Somerset. The of precluding charges of plagiarism or servile imisecond part, after my return from Germany, in the tation from myself. For there is amongst us a set of year one thousand eight hundred, at Keswick, Cum- critics, who seem to hold, that every possible thought berland. Since the latter date, my poetic powers and image is traditional; who have no notion that there have been, till very lately, in a state of suspended animation. But as, in my very first conception of the tale, I had the whole present to my mind, with the wholeness, no less than with the loveliness of a vision, I trust that I shall yet be able to embody in verse the three parts yet to come.

It is probable, that if the poem had been finished

To the edition of 1816.

are such things as fountains in the world, small as well as great; and who would therefore charitably derive every rill they behold flowing, from a perfora tion made in some other man's tank. I am confident, however, that as far as the present poem is concerned, the celebrated poets whose writings I might be suspected of having imitated, either in particular passages, or in the tone and the spirit of the whole, would be among the first to vindicate me from the

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