SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

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 clearM,

Merrily did we drop

Below the kirk, below the hill,

Below the lighthouse 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 noon '

��The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.

��The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.

��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 Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along.

��The Wedding Guest heareth the bridal music ; but the Mariner con- tinueth his tale.

��The ship drawn by a storm to ward the South Pole.

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