THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-2
Upon a painted Ocean.
And I had done an hellish thing
About my neck was hung.
Ne any drop to drink.
As idle as a painted Ship
The Sun came up upon the right,
Ne dim ne red, like Gods own head,
Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,
That made the Breeze to blow.
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The Death-?res dancd at night;
Out of the Sea came he;
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any day for food or play
Instead of the Cross the Albatross
Nine fathom deep he had followd us
Upon the slimy Sea.
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Twas right, said they, such birds to slay
Right up above the http://www.99lib•netmast did stand,
All in a hot and copper sky
And broad as a weft upon the left
Came to the Marineres hollo!
And every tongue thro utter drouth
We were the ?rst that ever burst
And we did speak only to break
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
Was witherd at the root;
We stuck, ne breat藏书网h ne motion,
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
The bloody sun at noon,
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Twas sad as sad could be
The silence of the Sea.
And it would work em woe:
We could not speak no more than if
About, about, in reel and rout
The water, like a witchs oils,
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Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
Water, water, every where
The breezes blew, the white foam ?ew,
That ever this should be!
Then all averrd, I had killd the Bird
Went down into the Sea.
No bigger than the moon.
That brought the fog and m99lib•netist.
We had been choked with soot.
Day after day, day after day,
For all averrd, I had killd the Bird
Had I from old and young;
Into that silent Sea.
The very deeps did rot: O Christ!
The furrow followd free:
The glorious Sun uprist:
And the good south wind still blew behind,
Burnt green and blue and white.