And now this spell was snapped: Their souls did from their bodies fly-- They fled to bliss or woe. The upper air bursts into life. What evil looks Had I from old and young.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free: The western wave was all aflame.
And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea. Alone on the ship, surrounded by two hundred corpses, the Mariner was surrounded by the slimy sea and the slimy creatures that crawled across its surface.
Like vessel, like crew. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard. That ever this should be. And is that Woman all her crew.
Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her name is a clue to the mariner's fate: By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross.
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood. And they all dead did lie; And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. All stood together on the deck, For a charnel-dungeon fitter: And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
To him my tale I teach. Second Voice Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the moon is cast - If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. Herriot of PenicuikScotland, was unveiled at Watchet harbour.
This seraph band, each waved his hand: Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. It reached the ship, it split the bay; The ship went down like lead.
I fear thy skinny hand!. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (originally The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere) is the longest major poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in –98 and published in in the first edition of Lyrical Ballads.
Some modern editions use a revised version printed in that featured a gloss.
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"The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" occurs in the natural, physical world-the land and ocean. However, the work has popularly been interpreted as an allegory of man's connection to the spiritual, metaphysical world.
In the epigraph, Burnet speaks of man's urge to "classify" things since Adam named the. “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” is written in loose, short ballad stanzas usually either four or six lines long but, occasionally, as many as nine lines long.
The meter is also somewhat loose, but odd lines are generally tetrameter. 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 lighthouse top. The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.
T. Burnet, Archaeol. Phil., p.Coleridges the rime of the ancient