Is this the hill? And those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And soon I heard a roaring wind: Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. It is the Hermit good!
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I was so light--almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: No twilight within the courts of the Sun.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. The fair breeze continues ; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line. Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about!
How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The moon was at its edge.
The hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men.
The Mariner hath his will. It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak stump. And now this spell was snapt: What is the ocean doing? The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid: The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the element.
Four times fifty living men, And I heard nor sigh nor groan With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid: It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor mint-body.com SEVEN PARTS Facile credo plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate.
Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit et. Page/5(12). The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Home / Poetry / The Rime of the The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Symbolism, Imagery, Allegory hard to separate the religious, spiritual, and supernatural in this poem: welcome to Romanticism.
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