Rime of the Ancient Mariner.Samuel Taylor Coleridge.The Oxford Book of English Verse.Arthur Quiller Couch, ed.The Oxford Book of English Verse 1.Samuel Taylor Coleridge.The Rime of the Ancient Mariner PART IAn ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one.IT is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three.By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stoppst thou me The Bridegrooms doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin The guests are met, the feast is set Mayst hear the merry din.He holds him with his skinny hand, There was a ship, quoth he.Hold off Eftsoons his hand dropt he.The Wedding Guest is spell bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.He holds him with his glittering eye The 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 cheerd, the harbour cleard, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top.The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.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 noon The Wedding Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.The Wedding Guest heareth the bridal music but the Mariner continueth his tale.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.The ship drawn by a storm toward the South Pole.And now the Storm blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong He struck with his oertaking 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 roard the blast, The 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.The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.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 crackd and growld, and roard and howld, Like noises in a swound Till a great sea bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality.At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came As if it had been a Christian soul, We haild it in Gods name.It ate the food it neer had eat, And round and round it flew.The ice did split with a thunder fit The helmsman steerd us through And lo Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice.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 perchd for vespers nine Whiles all the night, through fog smoke white, Glimmerd the white moonshine.The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.God save thee, ancient Mariner From the fiends, that plague thee thus Why lookst thou soWith my crossbow I shot the Albatross.PART II 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 His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner for killing the bird of good luck.And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work em woe For all averrd, I had killd the bird That made the breeze to blow.Ah wretch That made the breeze to blow But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime.Nor dim nor red, like Gods own head, The glorious Sun uprist Then all averrd, I had killd 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 continues the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followd free We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.The ship hath been suddenly becalmed.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, We stuck, nor breath nor motion As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.And the Albatross begins to be avenged.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 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 witchs oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.A Spirit had followed them one of the invisible inhabitants of this planet, neither departed souls nor angels concerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted.Crosby Stills Nash And Young.Almost Cut My Hair.They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more.And some in dreams assurd 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 witherd at the root We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot.The shipmates in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner in sign whereof they hang the dead sea bird round his neck.Ah Had I from old and young Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.PART III There passed a weary time.Each throat Was parchd, and glazed each eye. 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A weary time How glazed each weary eye The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky.At first it seemd a little speck, And then it seemd a mist It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist And still it neard and neard As if it dodged a water sprite, It plunged, and tackd, and veerd.At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.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 suckd the blood, And cried, A sailTEATIME IN THE CITY Notes from the Editors Desk.By Samir Shukla. musicians paint their pictures on silence.Musicians can also goad otherworldly sounds from.Last Half Of Darkness Beyond The Spirit S Eye Crack' title='Last Half Of Darkness Beyond The Spirit S Eye Crack' />With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call A flash of joy Gramercy And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all.And horror follows.For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide SeeI cried she tacks no more Hither to work us weal Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel The western wave was all aflame, The day was wellnigh done Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad, bright Sun When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun.It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.And straight the Sun was fleckd with bars Heavens Mother send us grace, As if through a dungeon grate he peerd With broad and burning face.Alas I, and my heart beat loud How fast she nears and nears Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun.The Spectre Woman and her Death mate, and no other on board the skeleton ship.Like vessel, like crew Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate And is that Woman all her crew Is that a DeathVideos Access Hollywood.The Red Bull Illume Image Quest showcases the globes very best action and adventure sports images and honors the photographers behind them.All photographers are.Our film critics on blockbusters, independents and everything in between.
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