SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. SYBILLINE LEAVES. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd, MARINER. IN SEVEN PARTS. Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, The Sun came up upon the left, And he shone bright, and on the right 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 tabula, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens as-The wedding-guest here beat his breast, suefecta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat ni mis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinBURNET, Archæol. Phil. guamus. I. Ir is an ancient Mariner, By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, The guests are met, the feast is set: He holds him with his skinny hand, He holds him with his glittering eye— The wedding-guest sat on a stone: And thus spake on that ancient man, Higher and higher every day, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, The wedding-guest he beat his breast, And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he With sloping masts and dipping prow, And now there came both mist and 'snow, And through the drifts the snowy clift Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken- The ice was here, the ice was there, Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, "Twas sad as sad could be; It cracked and growled,and roar'd and howl'd, | And we did speak only to break Like noises in a swound! At length did cross an Albatross : As if it had been a Christian soul, It ate the food it ne'er had eat, The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, Right up above the mast did stand, Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion, Upon a painted ocean. And a good south-wind sprung up behind; Water, water, every where, The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, And all the boards did shrink; The very deep did rot: O Christ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs About, about, in reel and rout Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were And every tongue, through utter drought, We could not speak, no more than if And the good south-wind still blew behind, Ah! well a-day! what evil looks But no sweet bird did follow, Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, Then all averred, I had killed the bird 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, III. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat A weary time! a weary time! The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, At first it seem'd a little speck, The furrow stream'd off free: We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. And then it seem'd a mist: It moved and moved, and took at last A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! With throat unslak'd, with black lips baked, We listen'd and look'd sideways up! The stars were dim, and thick the night, From the sails the dews did drip— One after one, by the star-dogg'd Moon With throat unslak'd, with black lips baked, Too quick for groan or sigh, And all at once their breath drew in, See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! The western wave was all a-flame. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang, Four times fifty living men, The souls did from their bodies fly,- IV. I FEAR thee, ancient Mariner! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, I fear thee and thy glittering eye, Are those her ribs through which the Sun This body dropt not down. Did peer, as through a grate? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Her lips were red, her looks were free, The naked hulk alongside came, The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: Alone, alone, all, all alone, The many men, so beautiful! And a thousand thousand slimy things I look'd upon the rotting sea, I look'd upon the rotting deck, I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray; I fear thee, ancient Mariner!— Is it he? quoth one, is this the man? By Him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low, The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself For when it dawned-they dropped their In the land of mist and snow, Under the keel nine fathom deep, The Sun, right up above the mast, Then like a pawing horse let go, How long in that same fit I lay, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow. |