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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 cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:33PM |
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At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As it had been a Christian soul, We hailed 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 steered us through! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:33PM |
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And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariner’s hollo! – In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moonshine.” |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:33PM |
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‘God save thee, ancient Mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus!— Why look’st thou so?’—”With my crossbow I shot the Albatross.”
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:34PM |
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—————- Woot! Part 1 finished! —————- |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:34PM |
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Part II |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:34PM |
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“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! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:34PM |
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And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work ‘em woe: For all averred, I had killed 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 averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. ‘Twas right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:34PM |
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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. – Down dropped the breeze, the sails dropped down, ‘Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:35PM |
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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, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:35PM |
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Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. – The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:35PM |
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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. – And some in dreams bumured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:35PM |
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And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered 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.”
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:36PM |
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—————- Woot! Part 2 finished! —————- |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:36PM |
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Part 3 |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:36PM |
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“There pbumed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye— When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. – At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:37PM |
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A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. – With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:38PM |
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With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. – See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:38PM |
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The western wave was all a-flame, The day was well nigh done! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the sun. – And straight the sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven’s Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face. |
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| Posted On: 05/18/2009 9:39PM |
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Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the sun, Like restless gossameres? – Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that Woman’s mate? |
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