Samuel Taylor Coleridge - The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

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"Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row."

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Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
Is this mine own countree?

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"The game is done! I've won, I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,
The glorious Sun uprist.

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As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

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O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware.

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It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
"By thy long gray beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?"

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The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out:
At one stride comes the dark;
With far-heard whisper o'er the sea Off shot the specter bark.

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The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within the nether tip.

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Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.

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About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.

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Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

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I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
I fear thy skinny hand!
And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
As is the ribbed sea-sand.

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The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.

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No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

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Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole.
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
That slid into my soul.

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He Prayeth best, who loveth best;
All things great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us;
He made and loveth all.

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Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

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The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free;
We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.

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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!

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I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.

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The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
He cannot choose but hear.

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He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small.

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O Wedding Guest! This soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.

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And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.

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Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoarfrost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.

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And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

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Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye.

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A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.

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The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she.

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