WO YOUNG THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. IN SEVEN PARTS. FACILE credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit, et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera? Quid agunt? quæ loca habitant? Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. IT is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, "The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, The guests are met, the feast is set : May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his skinny hand, There was a ship," quoth he. "Hold off! unhand me, graybeard loon !" He holds him with his glittering eye— The wedding-guest sat on a stone : The Mariner tells how the ship sail ed southward with a good wind And thus spake on that ancient man, The ship was cheered, the harbor cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill. Below the light-house top. The sun came up upon the left, and fair weather, And he shone bright, and on the right till it reached the line. Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, The bride hath paced into the hall, Nodding their heads before her goes The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, And now the storm-blast came, and he He struck with his o'ertaking wings, With sloping masts and dipping prow, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And ice, mast-high, came floating by, And through the drifts the snowy clifts Nor shapes of men nor beast we ken- The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, At length did cross an Albatross, As if it had been a Christian soul, It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And a good south wind sprung up behind; And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, "God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus !- |