1. THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE, IN SEVEN PARTS.
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How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.
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It is an ancyent Marinere,
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And he stoppeth one of three:
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"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
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"Now wherefore stoppest me?
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"The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide
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"The Guests are met, the Feast is set,—
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"May'st hear the merry din.—
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But still he holds the wedding-guest—
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There was a Ship, quoth he—
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"Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,
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"Marinere! come with me."
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He holds him with his skinny hand,
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Quoth he, there was a Ship—
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"Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!
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"Or my Staff shall make thee skip."
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He holds him with his glittering eye—
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The wedding guest stood still
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And listens like a three year's child;
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The Marinere hath his will.
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The wedding-guest sate on a stone,
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He cannot chuse but hear:
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And thus spake on that ancyent man,
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The bright-eyed Marinere.
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The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd—
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Below the Kirk, below the Hill,
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Below the Light-house top.
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The Sun came up upon the left,
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Out of the Sea came he:
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And he shone bright, and on the right
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Went down into the Sea.
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Higher and higher every day,
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Till over the mast at noon—
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The wedding-guest here beat his breast,
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For he heard the loud bassoon.
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The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall,
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Nodding their heads before her goes
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The wedding-guest he beat his breast,
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Yet he cannot chuse but hear:
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And thus spake on that ancyent Man,
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The bright-eyed Marinere.
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Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind,
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A Wind and Tempest strong!
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For days and weeks it play'd us freaks—
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Like Chaff we drove along.
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Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,
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And it grew wond'rous cauld:
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And Ice mast-high came floating by
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And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts
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Did send a dismal sheen;
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Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken—
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The Ice was all between.
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The Ice was here, the Ice was there,
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The Ice was all around:
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It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd—
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Like noises of a swound.
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At length did cross an Albatross,
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Thorough the Fog it came;
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And an it were a Christian Soul,
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We hail'd it in God's name.
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The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
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And round and round it flew:
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The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
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The Helmsman steer'd us thro'.
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And a good south wind sprung up behind,
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The Albatross did follow;
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And every day for food or play
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Came to the Marinere's hollo!
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In mist or cloud on mast or shroud
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It perch'd for vespers nine,
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Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white
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Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.
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"God save thee, ancyent Marinere!
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"From the fiends that plague thee thus—
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"Why look'st thou so?"—with my cross bow
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The Sun came up upon the right,
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Out of the Sea came he;
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And broad as a weft upon the left
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Went down into the Sea.
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And the good south wind still blew behind,
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But no sweet Bird did follow
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Ne any day for food or play
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Came to the Marinere's hollo!
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And I had done an hellish thing
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And it would work 'em woe:
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For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
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That made the Breeze to blow.
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Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
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The glorious Sun uprist:
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Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
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That brought the fog and mist.
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'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay
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That bring the fog and mist.
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The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
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The furrow follow'd free:
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We were the first that ever burst
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Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,
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'Twas sad as sad could be
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And we did speak only to break
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The silence of the Sea.
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All in a hot and copper sky
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The bloody sun at noon,
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Right up above the mast did stand,
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No bigger than the moon.
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Day after day, day after day,
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We stuck, ne breath ne motion,
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As idle as a painted Ship
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Water, water, every where
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And all the boards did shrink;
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Water, water, every where,
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The very deeps did rot: O Christ!
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That ever this should be!
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Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
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About, about, in reel and rout
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The Death-fires danc'd at night;
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The water, like a witch's oils,
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Burnt green and blue and white.
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And some in dreams assured were
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Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
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Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us
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From the Land of Mist and Snow.
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And every tongue thro' utter drouth
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Was wither'd at the root;
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We could not speak no more than if
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We had been choked with soot.
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Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
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Had I from old and young;
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Instead of the Cross the Albatross
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About my neck was hung.
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I saw a something in the Sky
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No bigger than my fist;
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At first it seem'd a little speck
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And then it seem'd a mist:
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It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last
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A certain shape, I wist.
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A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
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And still it ner'd and ner'd;
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And, an it dodg'd a water-sprite,
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It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd.
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With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
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Ne could we laugh, ne wail:
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Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood
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I bit my arm and suck'd the blood
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And cry'd, A sail! a sail!
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With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
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Agape they hear'd me call:
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Gramercy! they for joy did grin
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And all at once their breath drew in
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As they were drinking all.
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She doth not tack from side to side—
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Hither to work us weal
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Withouten wind, withouten tide
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She steddies with upright keel.
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The western wave was all a flame,
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The day was well nigh done!
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Almost upon the western wave
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Rested the broad bright Sun;
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When that strange shape drove suddenly
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Betwixt us and the Sun.
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And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars
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(Heaven's mother send us grace)
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As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd
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With broad and burning face.
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Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)
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How fast she neres and neres!
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Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun
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Like restless gossameres?
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Are these her naked ribs, which fleck'd
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The sun that did behind them peer?
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And are these two all, all the crew,
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That woman and her fleshless Pheere?
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His bones were black with many a crack,
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All black and bare, I ween;
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Jet-black and bare, save where with rust
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Of mouldy damps and charnel crust
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They're patch'd with purple and green.
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Her lips are red, her looks are free,
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Her locks are yellow as gold:
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Her skin is as white as leprosy,
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And she is far liker Death than he;
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Her flesh makes the still air cold.
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The naked Hulk alongside came
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And the Twain were playing dice;
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"The Game is done! I've won, I've won!"
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Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
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A gust of wind sterte up behind
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And whistled thro' his bones;
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Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth
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Half-whistles and half-groans.
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With never a whisper in the Sea
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Off darts the Spectre-ship;
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While clombe above the Eastern bar
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The horned Moon, with one bright Star
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Almost atween the tips.
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One after one by the horned Moon
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(Listen, O Stranger! to me)
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Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang
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And curs'd me with his ee.
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Four times fifty living men,
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With never a sigh or groan,
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With heavy thump, a lifeless lump
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They dropp'd down one by one.
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Their souls did from their bodies fly,—
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They fled to bliss or woe;
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And every soul it pass'd me by,
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Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.
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"I fear thee, ancyent Marinere!
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"I fear thy skinny hand;
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"And thou art long and lank and brown
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"As is the ribb'd Sea-sand.
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"I fear thee and thy glittering eye
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"And thy skinny hand so brown"—
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Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest!
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This body dropt not down.
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Alone, alone, all all alone
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Alone on the wide wide Sea;
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And Christ would take no pity on
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The many men so beautiful,
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And they all dead did lie!
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And a million million slimy things
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Liv'd on—and so did I.
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I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
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And drew my eyes away;
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I look'd upon the eldritch deck,
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And there the dead men lay.
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I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray;
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But or ever a prayer had gusht,
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A wicked whisper came and made
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My heart as dry as dust.
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I clos'd my lids and kept them close,
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Till the balls like pulses beat;
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For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
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Lay like a load on my weary eye,
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And the dead were at my feet.
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The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
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Ne rot, ne reek did they;
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The look with which they look'd on me,
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Had never pass'd away.
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An orphan's curse would drag to Hell
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A spirit from on high:
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But O! more horrible than that
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Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
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Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse
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And yet I could not die.
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The moving Moon went up the sky
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And no where did abide:
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Softly she was going up
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And a star or two beside—
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Her beams bemock'd the sultry main
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Like morning frosts yspread;
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But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
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The charmed water burnt alway
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A still and awful red.
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Beyond the shadow of the ship
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I watch'd the water-snakes:
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They mov'd in tracks of shining white;
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And when they rear'd, the elfish light
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Fell off in hoary flakes.
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Within the shadow of the ship
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I watch'd their rich attire:
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Blue, glossy green, and velvet black
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They coil'd and swam; and every track
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Was a flash of golden fire.
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O happy living things! no tongue
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Their beauty might declare:
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A spring of love gusht from my heart,
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And I bless'd them unaware!
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Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
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And I bless'd them unaware.
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The self-same moment I could pray;
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And from my neck so free
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The Albatross fell off, and sank
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Like lead into the sea.
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O sleep, it is a gentle thing
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Belov'd from pole to pole!
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To Mary-queen the praise be yeven
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She sent the gentle sleep from heaven
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That slid into my soul.
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The silly buckets on the deck
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That had so long remain'd,
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I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew
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And when I awoke it rain'd.
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My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
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My garments all were dank;
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Sure I had drunken in my dreams
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And still my body drank.
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I mov'd and could not feel my limbs,
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I was so light, almost
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I thought that I had died in sleep,
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And was a blessed Ghost.
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The roaring wind! it roar'd far off,
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It did not come anear;
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But with its sound it shook the sails
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That were so thin and sere.
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The upper air bursts into life,
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And a hundred fire-flags sheen
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To and fro they are hurried about;
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And to and fro, and in and out
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The stars dance on between.
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The coming wind doth roar more loud;
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The sails do sigh, like sedge:
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The rain pours down from one black cloud
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And the Moon is at its edge.
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Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft,
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And the Moon is at its side:
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Like waters shot from some high crag,
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The lightning falls with never a jag
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A river steep and wide.
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The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd
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And dropp'd down, like a stone!
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Beneath the lightning and the moon
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The dead men gave a groan.
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They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose,
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Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes:
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It had been strange, even in a dream
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To have seen those dead men rise.
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The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on;
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Yet never a breeze up-blew;
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The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
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Where they were wont to do:
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They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools—
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We were a ghastly crew.
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The body of my brother's son
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Stood by me knee to knee:
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The body and I pull'd at one rope,
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But he said nought to me—
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And I quak'd to think of my own voice
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How frightful it would be!
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The day-light dawn'd—they dropp'd their arms,
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And cluster'd round the mast:
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Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths
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And from their bodies pass'd.
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Around, around, flew each sweet sound,
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Then darted to the sun:
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Slowly the sounds came back again
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Now mix'd, now one by one.
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Sometimes a dropping from the sky
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I heard the Lavrock sing;
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Sometimes all little birds that are
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How they seem'd to fill the sea and air
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With their sweet jargoning,
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And now 'twas like all instruments,
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Now like a lonely flute;
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And now it is an angel's song
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That makes the heavens be mute.
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It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
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A pleasant noise till noon,
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A noise like of a hidden brook
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In the leafy month of June,
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That to the sleeping woods all night
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Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest!
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"Marinere! thou hast thy will:
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"For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make
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"My body and soul to be still."
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Never sadder tale was told
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To a man of woman born:
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Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest!
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Thou'lt rise to morrow morn.
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Never sadder tale was heard
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By a man of woman born:
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The Marineres all return'd to work
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The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes,
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But look at me they n'old:
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Thought I, I am as thin as air—
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They cannot me behold.
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Till noon we silently sail'd on
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Yet never a breeze did breathe:
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Slowly and smoothly went the ship
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Mov'd onward from beneath.
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Under the keel nine fathom deep
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From the land of mist and snow
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The spirit slid: and it was He
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That made the Ship to go.
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The sails at noon left off their tune
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And the Ship stood still also.
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The sun right up above the mast
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Had fix'd her to the ocean:
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But in a minute she 'gan stir
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With a short uneasy motion—
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Backwards and forwards half her length
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With a short uneasy motion.
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Then, like a pawing horse let go,
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She made a sudden bound:
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It flung the blood into my head,
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And I fell into a swound.
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How long in that same fit I lay,
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I have not to declare;
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But ere my living life return'd,
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I heard and in my soul discern'd
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Two voices in the air,
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"Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man?
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"By him who died on cross,
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"With his cruel bow he lay'd full low
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"The harmless Albatross.
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"The spirit who 'bideth by himself
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"In the land of mist and snow,
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"He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man
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"Who shot him with his bow."
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The other was a softer voice,
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As soft as honey-dew:
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Quoth he the man hath penance done,
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And penance more will do.
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"But tell me, tell me! speak again,
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"Thy soft response renewing—
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"What makes that ship drive on so fast?
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"What is the Ocean doing?"
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"Still as a Slave before his Lord,
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"The Ocean hath no blast:
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"His great bright eye most silently
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"Up to the moon is cast—
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"If he may know which way to go,
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"For she guides him smooth or grim.
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"See, brother, see! how graciously
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"She looketh down on him."
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"But why drives on that ship so fast
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"Withouten wave or wind?"
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"The air is cut away before,
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"And closes from behind.
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"Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high,
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"Or we shall be belated:
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"For slow and slow that ship will go,
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"When the Marinere's trance is abated."
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I woke, and we were sailing on
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As in a gentle weather:
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'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high;
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The dead men stood together.
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All stood together on the deck,
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For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
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All fix'd on me their stony eyes
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That in the moon did glitter.
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The pang, the curse, with which they died,
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Had never pass'd away:
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I could not draw my een from theirs
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Ne turn them up to pray.
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And in its time the spell was snapt,
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And I could move my een:
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I look'd far-forth, but little saw
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Of what might else be seen.
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Like one, that on a lonely road
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Doth walk in fear and dread,
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And having once turn'd round, walks on
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And turns no more his head:
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Because he knows, a frightful fiend
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Doth close behind him tread.
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But soon there breath'd a wind on me,
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Ne sound ne motion made:
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Its path was not upon the sea
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In ripple or in shade.
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It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek,
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Like a meadow-gale of spring—
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It mingled strangely with my fears,
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Yet it felt like a welcoming.
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Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
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Yet she sail'd softly too:
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Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—
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O dream of joy! is this indeed
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The light-house top I see?
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Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk?
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Is this mine own countrée?
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We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,
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And I with sobs did pray—
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"O let me be awake, my God!
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"Or let me sleep alway!"
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The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
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So smoothly it was strewn!
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And on the bay the moon light lay,
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And the shadow of the moon.
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The moonlight bay was white all o'er,
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Till rising from the same,
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Full many shapes, that shadows were,
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Like as of torches came.
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A little distance from the prow
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Those dark-red shadows were;
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But soon I saw that my own flesh
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Was red as in a glare.
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I turn'd my head in fear and dread,
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The bodies had advanc'd, and now
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Before the mast they stood.
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They lifted up their stiff right arms,
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They held them strait and tight;
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And each right-arm burnt like a torch,
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A torch that's borne upright.
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Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on
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In the red and smoky light.
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I pray'd and turn'd my head away
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Forth looking as before.
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There was no breeze upon the bay,
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No wave against the shore.
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The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
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That stands above the rock:
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The moonlight steep'd in silentness
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The steady weathercock.
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And the bay was white with silent light,
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Till rising from the same
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Full many shapes, that shadows were,
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In crimson colours came.
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A little distance from the prow
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Those crimson shadows were:
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I turn'd my eyes upon the deck—
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O Christ! what saw I there?
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Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat;
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A man all light, a seraph-man,
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On every corse there stood.
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This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
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It was a heavenly sight:
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They stood as signals to the land,
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Each one a lovely light:
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This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
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No voice did they impart—
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No voice; but O! the silence sank,
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Like music on my heart.
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Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
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I heard the pilot's cheer:
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My head was turn'd perforce away
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And I saw a boat appear.
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Then vanish'd all the lovely lights;
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The bodies rose anew:
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With silent pace, each to his place,
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Came back the ghastly crew.
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The wind, that shade nor motion made,
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The pilot, and the pilot's boy
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I heard them coming fast:
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Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy,
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The dead men could not blast.
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I saw a third—I heard his voice:
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It is the Hermit good!
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He singeth loud his godly hymns
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That he makes in the wood.
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He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away
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The Albatross's blood.
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This Hermit good lives in that wood
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Which slopes down to the Sea.
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How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
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He loves to talk with Marineres
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That come from a far Contrée.
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He kneels at morn and noon and eve—
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He hath a cushion plump:
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It is the moss, that wholly hides
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The rotted old Oak-stump.
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The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk,
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"Why, this is strange, I trow!
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"Where are those lights so many and fair
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"That signal made but now?
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"Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said—
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"And they answer'd not our cheer.
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"The planks look warp'd, and see those sails
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"How thin they are and sere!
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"I never saw aught like to them
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"Unless perchance it were
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"The skeletons of leaves that lag
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"My forest brook along:
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"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
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"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
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"That eats the she-wolf's young.
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"Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look"—
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(The Pilot made reply)
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"I am a-fear'd.—"Push on, push on!"
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Said the Hermit cheerily.
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The Boat came closer to the Ship,
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But I ne spake ne stirr'd!
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The Boat came close beneath the Ship,
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And strait a sound was heard!
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Under the water it rumbled on,
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Still louder and more dread:
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It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay;
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The Ship went down like lead.
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Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound,
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Which sky and ocean smote:
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Like one that hath been seven days drown'd
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But, swift as dreams, myself I found
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Within the Pilot's boat.
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Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship,
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The boat spun round and round:
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And all was still, save that the hill
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Was telling of the sound.
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I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd
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And fell down in a fit.
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The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes
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And pray'd where he did sit.
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I took the oars: the Pilot's boy,
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Who now doth crazy go,
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Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while
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His eyes went to and fro,
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"Ha! ha!" quoth he—"full plain I see,
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"The devil knows how to row."
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And now all in mine own Countrée
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I stood on the firm land!
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The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat,
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And scarcely he could stand.
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"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!"
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The Hermit cross'd his brow—
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"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say
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"What manner man art thou?"
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Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
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Which forc'd me to begin my tale
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And then it left me free.
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Since then at an uncertain hour,
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Now oftimes and now fewer,
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That anguish comes and makes me tell
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I pass, like night, from land to land;
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I have strange power of speech;
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The moment that his face I see
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I know the man that must hear me;
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To him my tale I teach.
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What loud uproar bursts from that door!
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The Wedding-guests are there;
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But in the Garden-bower the Bride
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And Bride-maids singing are:
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And hark the little Vesper-bell
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Which biddeth me to prayer.
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O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been
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Alone on a wide wide sea:
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So lonely 'twas, that God himself
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Scarce seemed there to be.
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O sweeter than the Marriage-feast,
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'Tis sweeter far to me
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To walk together to the Kirk
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With a goodly company.
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To walk together to the Kirk
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And all together pray,
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While each to his great father bends,
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Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
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And Youths, and Maidens gay.
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Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
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To thee, thou wedding-guest!
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He prayeth well who loveth well
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Both man and bird and beast.
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He prayeth best who loveth best,
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All things both great and small:
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For the dear God, who loveth us,
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He made and loveth all.
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The Marinere, whose eye is bright,
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Whose beard with age is hoar,
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Is gone; and now the wedding-guest
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Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.
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He went, like one that hath been stunn'd
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And is of sense forlorn:
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A sadder and a wiser man
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He rose the morrow morn.
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