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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 ruddied all the copse-wood glen ;
And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie,
Sheathed in his iron panoply.
Deep sacristy and altar's pale ;
And glimmerd all the dead men's mail.
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair-
The lordly line of high St. Clair.
Lie buried within that proud chapelle ;
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle !
With candle, with book, and with knell ;
h The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
IN SEVEN PARTS
It is an ancient Mariner,
By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
'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
‘God save thee, ancient Mariner !
· 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.
' Day after day, day after day,
'Water, water, everywhere,
About, about, in reel and rout
"And some in dreams assured were
' And every tongue, through utter drought,
'Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
'There pass'd a weary time. Each throat