The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (With Original Illustrations). Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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       Samuel Taylor Coleridge

      The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (With Original Illustrations)

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-0184-6

      Table of Contents

       Part the First.

       Part the Second.

       Part the Third.

       Part the Fourth.

       Part the Fifth.

       Part the Sixth.

       Part the Seventh.

      Part the First.

       Table of Contents

      It is an ancient Mariner,

       And he stoppeth one of three.

       “By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,

       Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?

      “The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide,

       And I am next of kin;

       The guests are met, the feast is set:

       May’st hear the merry din.”

      

Wherefore stopp'st thou me?

      He holds him with his skinny hand,

       “There was a ship,” quoth he.

       “Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!”

       Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

      He holds him with his glittering eye —

       The Wedding–Guest stood still,

       And listens like a three years child:

       The Mariner hath his will.

      

The Wedding Guest

      The Wedding–Guest sat on a stone:

       He cannot chuse but hear;

       And thus spake on that ancient man,

       The bright-eyed Mariner.

      The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,

       Merrily did we drop

       Below the kirk, below the hill,

       Below the light-house top.

      The Sun came up upon the left,

       Out of the sea came he!

       And he shone bright, and on the right

       Went down into the sea.

      Higher and higher every day,

       Till over the mast at noon —

       The Wedding–Guest here beat his breast,

       For he heard the loud bassoon.

      

Red as a Rose is the Bride

      The bride hath paced into the hall,

       Red as a rose is she;

       Nodding their heads before her goes

       The merry minstrelsy.

      The Wedding–Guest he beat his breast,

       Yet he cannot chuse but hear;

       And thus spake on that ancient man,

       The bright-eyed Mariner.

      And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he

       Was tyrannous and strong:

       He struck with his o’ertaking wings,

       And chased south along.

      With sloping masts and dipping prow,

       As who pursued with yell and blow

       Still treads the shadow of his foe

       And forward bends his head,

       The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,

       And southward aye we fled.

      The Ship Fled the Storm The Ship Fled the Storm

      And now there came both mist and snow,

       And it grew wondrous cold:

       And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

       As green as emerald.

      It was Wondrous Cold It was Wondrous Cold

      And through the drifts the snowy clifts

       Did send a dismal sheen:

       Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken —

       The ice was all between.

      The ice was here, the ice was there,

       The ice was all around:

       It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,

       Like noises in a swound!

      The Ice was All Around The Ice was All Around

      At length did cross an Albatross:

       Thorough the fog it came;

       As if it had been a Christian soul,

       We hailed it in God’s name.

      It ate the food it ne’er had eat,

       And round and round it flew.

       The ice did split with a thunder-fit;

       The helmsman steered us through!

      And a good south wind sprung up behind;

       The Albatross did follow,

       And every day, for food or play,

       Came to the mariners’ hollo!

      The Albatross The Albatross

      In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

       It perched for vespers nine;

       Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,

       Glimmered the white Moon-shine.

      “God


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