SIR WALTER SCOTT

O'er PITT'S the mournful requiem sound, And Fox's shall the notes rebound. The solemn echo seems to cry, ' Here let their discord with them die. Speak not for those a separate doom Whom fate made Brothers in the tomb ; But search the land of living men, Where wilt thou find their like agen ? '

��SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

��An ancient Mariner meeteth three gallants bidden to a wedding feast, and detaineth one.

��The Wedding. Guest is spell bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.

��PART I

JT is an ancient Mariner,

^ And he stoppeth one of three.

' By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,

Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?

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 *hip,' quoth he.

1 Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon ! ' Eftsoons his hand dropt he.

He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.

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