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The cincture from beneath her breast :
Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs ;
In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel ! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow, This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow;
But vainly thou warrest,
For this is alone in
That in the dim forest
Thou heard'st a low moaning,
and in charity, To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
and detaineth one.
An ancient It is an ancient Mariner,
'The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide,
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone:
Below the light-house top.
And he shone bright, and on the right wind and fair Went down into the sea. weather, till it reached the line.
tells how the
'Higher and higher every day,
The bride hath paced into the hall,
The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Ma. riner continus eth his taie.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
And now the storm-blast came, and he
The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.
With sloping masts and dipping prow,
And now there came both mist and snow,
And through the drifts the snowy clifts
The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen,
The ice was here, the ice was there,
Till a great
At length did cross an Albatross : sea-bird, called the
Thorough the fog it came ; Albatross, As if it had been a Christian soul, came through the snow-fog, We hail'd it in God's name. and was received with
It ate the food it ne'er had eat, great joy and hospitality And round and round it flew.
The ice did split with a thunder-fit ;
The helmsman steer'd us through! And lo ! the And a good south wind sprung up behind ; Albatross provetha bird The Albatross did follow, ofg odomen; And every day, for food or play, the ship as it came to the mariners' hollo ! northward through fog In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, and floating It perch'd for vespers nine ; (white, ice,
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke
Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. The ancient 'God save thee, ancient Mariner ! inhospitably
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !
Why look'st thou so ?'— With my cross-bow pious bird of good omen. I shot the Albatross !!!
The Sun now rose upon the right :
Came to the mariners' hollo !
And I had done a hellish thing, mates cry out
And it would work 'em woe ;
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay,
Nor diin nor red, like God's own head,
But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make them. selves accomplices in the crime.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The fair
breeze conThe furrow streamdytt free ;
tinues, the We were the first that ever burst
the Pacific Into that silent sea.
Ocean, and sails north
ward, even Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt till it reaches
the Line. 'Twas sad as sad could be ; [down,
The ship hath And we did speak only to break
ly becalmed. The silence of the sea !