O’er Roslin all that dreary night,

A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light,

And redder than the bright moonbeam.
It glared on Roslin's castled rock,

It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ;
'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,

And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud,

Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie,
Each Baron, for a sable shroud,

Sheathed in his iron panoply.
Seem'd all on fire within, around,

Deep sacristy and altar's pale ;
Shone every pillar foliage-bound,

And glimmerd all the dead men's mail.
Blazed battlement and pinnet high,

Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair-
So still they blaze, when fate is nigh,

The lordly line of high St. Clair.
There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold

Lie buried within that proud chapelle ;
Each one the holy vault doth hold-

But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle !
And each St. Clair was buried there,

With candle, with book, and with knell ;
But the sea-caves rung, and the wild wings sung,
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle !


h The Rime of the Ancient Mariner



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?

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'The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set : May'st hear the merry din.' 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 eyeThe Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child : The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner : "The ship was cheer'd, the harbour cleard, 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 noonThe Wedding-Guest here beat his breast For he heard the loud bassoon. 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 choose 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 us 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 roar'd the blast,
And southward aye we fled.
“And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
* 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 crack'd and growl'd, and roard and howld,
Like noises in a swound !
‘At length did cross an Albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul
We hail'd 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 steer'd 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 !
• In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perch'd for vespers nine ;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine.'



‘God save thee, ancient Mariner !
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !-
Why look'st thou so ??— With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross !'


· The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners' hollo ! * And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! ‘Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist : Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. 'The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow stream'd off free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. ‘Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! • All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.

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' Day after day, day after day,
We struck, nor breath nor motion ;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

'Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
'The very deep did rot: 0 Christ!
That ever this should be !
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night ;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green and blue, and white.

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"And some in dreams assured were
Of the spirit that plagued us so ;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

' And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was wither'd at the root ;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

'Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young !
Instead of the Cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.'


'There pass'd a weary time. Each throat
Was parch’d, and glazed each eye.
A weary time! A weary time !
How glazed each weary eye!
When looking westward, Í beheld
A something in the sky.

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