├── h1.sed ├── h1.pl ├── triangle.txt ├── basho.txt ├── top.sed ├── voltaire.txt ├── ascii-graphic.txt ├── top.pl ├── xslt.sed ├── html.sed ├── schiller.txt ├── rime-intro.txt ├── html.pl ├── ascii.txt ├── lorem.dita ├── rime.txt └── rime.html /h1.sed: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | #!/usr/bin/sed 2 | 3 | s/^/

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/ 11 | s/$/<\/h1>/ 12 | q 13 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /voltaire.txt: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | "Qu’est-ce que la tolérance? c’est l’apanage de l’humanité. Nous sommes tous pétris de faiblesses et d’erreurs; pardonnons-nous réciproquement nos sottises, c’est la première loi de la nature." —Voltaire (1694–1778) 2 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /ascii-graphic.txt: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | ! " # $ % & ' () * + , - . / 2 | 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 3 | : ; < = > ? @ 4 | A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z 5 | [ \ ] ^ _ ` 6 | a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 7 | { | } ~ 8 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /top.pl: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | #!/usr/bin/perl -n 2 | 3 | if ($ == 1) { 4 | print "\ 5 | \ 6 | \ 7 | The Rime of the Ancyent Mariner (1798)\ 8 | \ 9 | \ 10 | "; 11 | s/^/

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15 | 16 | 17 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /rime.txt: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE, IN SEVEN PARTS. 2 | 3 | ARGUMENT. 4 | 5 | How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country. 6 | 7 | I. 8 | 9 | It is an ancyent Marinere, 10 | And he stoppeth one of three: 11 | "By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye 12 | "Now wherefore stoppest me? 13 | 14 | "The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide 15 | "And I am next of kin; 16 | "The Guests are met, the Feast is set,-- 17 | "May'st hear the merry din.-- 18 | 19 | But still he holds the wedding-guest-- 20 | There was a Ship, quoth he-- 21 | "Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale, 22 | "Marinere! come with me." 23 | 24 | He holds him with his skinny hand, 25 | Quoth he, there was a Ship-- 26 | "Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon! 27 | "Or my Staff shall make thee skip." 28 | 29 | He holds him with his glittering eye-- 30 | The wedding guest stood still 31 | And listens like a three year's child; 32 | The Marinere hath his will. 33 | 34 | The wedding-guest sate on a stone, 35 | He cannot chuse but hear: 36 | And thus spake on that ancyent man, 37 | The bright-eyed Marinere. 38 | 39 | The Ship was cheer'd, the Harbour clear'd-- 40 | Merrily did we drop 41 | Below the Kirk, below the Hill, 42 | Below the Light-house top. 43 | 44 | The Sun came up upon the left, 45 | Out of the Sea came he: 46 | And he shone bright, and on the right 47 | Went down into the Sea. 48 | 49 | Higher and higher every day, 50 | Till over the mast at noon-- 51 | The wedding-guest here beat his breast, 52 | For he heard the loud bassoon. 53 | 54 | The Bride hath pac'd into the Hall, 55 | Red as a rose is she; 56 | Nodding their heads before her goes 57 | The merry Minstralsy. 58 | 59 | The wedding-guest he beat his breast, 60 | Yet he cannot chuse but hear: 61 | And thus spake on that ancyent Man, 62 | The bright-eyed Marinere. 63 | 64 | Listen, Stranger! Storm and Wind, 65 | A Wind and Tempest strong! 66 | For days and weeks it play'd us freaks-- 67 | Like Chaff we drove along. 68 | 69 | Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow, 70 | And it grew wond'rous cauld: 71 | And Ice mast-high came floating by 72 | As green as Emerauld. 73 | 74 | And thro' the drifts the snowy clifts 75 | Did send a dismal sheen; 76 | Ne shapes of men ne beasts we ken-- 77 | The Ice was all between. 78 | 79 | The Ice was here, the Ice was there, 80 | The Ice was all around: 81 | It crack'd and growl'd, and roar'd and howl'd-- 82 | Like noises of a swound. 83 | 84 | At length did cross an Albatross, 85 | Thorough the Fog it came; 86 | And an it were a Christian Soul, 87 | We hail'd it in God's name. 88 | 89 | The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms, 90 | And round and round it flew: 91 | The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit; 92 | The Helmsman steer'd us thro'. 93 | 94 | And a good south wind sprung up behind, 95 | The Albatross did follow; 96 | And every day for food or play 97 | Came to the Marinere's hollo! 98 | 99 | In mist or cloud on mast or shroud 100 | It perch'd for vespers nine, 101 | Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white 102 | Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. 103 | 104 | "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! 105 | "From the fiends that plague thee thus-- 106 | "Why look'st thou so?"--with my cross bow 107 | I shot the Albatross. 108 | 109 | II. 110 | 111 | The Sun came up upon the right, 112 | Out of the Sea came he; 113 | And broad as a weft upon the left 114 | Went down into the Sea. 115 | 116 | And the good south wind still blew behind, 117 | But no sweet Bird did follow 118 | Ne any day for food or play 119 | Came to the Marinere's hollo! 120 | 121 | And I had done an hellish thing 122 | And it would work 'em woe: 123 | For all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird 124 | That made the Breeze to blow. 125 | 126 | Ne dim ne red, like God's own head, 127 | The glorious Sun uprist: 128 | Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird 129 | That brought the fog and mist. 130 | 'Twas right, said they, such birds to slay 131 | That bring the fog and mist. 132 | 133 | The breezes blew, the white foam flew, 134 | The furrow follow'd free: 135 | We were the first that ever burst 136 | Into that silent Sea. 137 | 138 | Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down, 139 | 'Twas sad as sad could be 140 | And we did speak only to break 141 | The silence of the Sea. 142 | 143 | All in a hot and copper sky 144 | The bloody sun at noon, 145 | Right up above the mast did stand, 146 | No bigger than the moon. 147 | 148 | Day after day, day after day, 149 | We stuck, ne breath ne motion, 150 | As idle as a painted Ship 151 | Upon a painted Ocean. 152 | 153 | Water, water, every where 154 | And all the boards did shrink; 155 | Water, water, every where, 156 | Ne any drop to drink. 157 | 158 | The very deeps did rot: O Christ! 159 | That ever this should be! 160 | Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs 161 | Upon the slimy Sea. 162 | 163 | About, about, in reel and rout 164 | The Death-fires danc'd at night; 165 | The water, like a witch's oils, 166 | Burnt green and blue and white. 167 | 168 | And some in dreams assured were 169 | Of the Spirit that plagued us so: 170 | Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us 171 | From the Land of Mist and Snow. 172 | 173 | And every tongue thro' utter drouth 174 | Was wither'd at the root; 175 | We could not speak no more than if 176 | We had been choked with soot. 177 | 178 | Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks 179 | Had I from old and young; 180 | Instead of the Cross the Albatross 181 | About my neck was hung. 182 | 183 | III. 184 | 185 | I saw a something in the Sky 186 | No bigger than my fist; 187 | At first it seem'd a little speck 188 | And then it seem'd a mist: 189 | It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last 190 | A certain shape, I wist. 191 | 192 | A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! 193 | And still it ner'd and ner'd; 194 | And, an it dodg'd a water-sprite, 195 | It plung'd and tack'd and veer'd. 196 | 197 | With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd 198 | Ne could we laugh, ne wail: 199 | Then while thro' drouth all dumb they stood 200 | I bit my arm and suck'd the blood 201 | And cry'd, A sail! a sail! 202 | 203 | With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd 204 | Agape they hear'd me call: 205 | Gramercy! they for joy did grin 206 | And all at once their breath drew in 207 | As they were drinking all. 208 | 209 | She doth not tack from side to side-- 210 | Hither to work us weal 211 | Withouten wind, withouten tide 212 | She steddies with upright keel. 213 | 214 | The western wave was all a flame, 215 | The day was well nigh done! 216 | Almost upon the western wave 217 | Rested the broad bright Sun; 218 | When that strange shape drove suddenly 219 | Betwixt us and the Sun. 220 | 221 | And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars 222 | (Heaven's mother send us grace) 223 | As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd 224 | With broad and burning face. 225 | 226 | Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) 227 | How fast she neres and neres! 228 | Are those _her_ Sails that glance in the Sun 229 | Like restless gossameres? 230 | 231 | Are these _her_ naked ribs, which fleck'd 232 | The sun that did behind them peer? 233 | And are these two all, all the crew, 234 | That woman and her fleshless Pheere? 235 | 236 | _His_ bones were black with many a crack, 237 | All black and bare, I ween; 238 | Jet-black and bare, save where with rust 239 | Of mouldy damps and charnel crust 240 | They're patch'd with purple and green. 241 | 242 | _Her_ lips are red, _her_ looks are free, 243 | _Her_ locks are yellow as gold: 244 | Her skin is as white as leprosy, 245 | And she is far liker Death than he; 246 | Her flesh makes the still air cold. 247 | 248 | The naked Hulk alongside came 249 | And the Twain were playing dice; 250 | "The Game is done! I've won, I've won!" 251 | Quoth she, and whistled thrice. 252 | 253 | A gust of wind sterte up behind 254 | And whistled thro' his bones; 255 | Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth 256 | Half-whistles and half-groans. 257 | 258 | With never a whisper in the Sea 259 | Off darts the Spectre-ship; 260 | While clombe above the Eastern bar 261 | The horned Moon, with one bright Star 262 | Almost atween the tips. 263 | 264 | One after one by the horned Moon 265 | (Listen, O Stranger! to me) 266 | Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang 267 | And curs'd me with his ee. 268 | 269 | Four times fifty living men, 270 | With never a sigh or groan, 271 | With heavy thump, a lifeless lump 272 | They dropp'd down one by one. 273 | 274 | Their souls did from their bodies fly,-- 275 | They fled to bliss or woe; 276 | And every soul it pass'd me by, 277 | Like the whiz of my Cross-bow. 278 | 279 | IV. 280 | 281 | "I fear thee, ancyent Marinere! 282 | "I fear thy skinny hand; 283 | "And thou art long and lank and brown 284 | "As is the ribb'd Sea-sand. 285 | 286 | "I fear thee and thy glittering eye 287 | "And thy skinny hand so brown"-- 288 | Fear not, fear not, thou wedding guest! 289 | This body dropt not down. 290 | 291 | Alone, alone, all all alone 292 | Alone on the wide wide Sea; 293 | And Christ would take no pity on 294 | My soul in agony. 295 | 296 | The many men so beautiful, 297 | And they all dead did lie! 298 | And a million million slimy things 299 | Liv'd on--and so did I. 300 | 301 | I look'd upon the rotting Sea, 302 | And drew my eyes away; 303 | I look'd upon the eldritch deck, 304 | And there the dead men lay. 305 | 306 | I look'd to Heaven, and try'd to pray; 307 | But or ever a prayer had gusht, 308 | A wicked whisper came and made 309 | My heart as dry as dust. 310 | 311 | I clos'd my lids and kept them close, 312 | Till the balls like pulses beat; 313 | For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky 314 | Lay like a load on my weary eye, 315 | And the dead were at my feet. 316 | 317 | The cold sweat melted from their limbs, 318 | Ne rot, ne reek did they; 319 | The look with which they look'd on me, 320 | Had never pass'd away. 321 | 322 | An orphan's curse would drag to Hell 323 | A spirit from on high: 324 | But O! more horrible than that 325 | Is the curse in a dead man's eye! 326 | Seven days, seven nights I saw that curse 327 | And yet I could not die. 328 | 329 | The moving Moon went up the sky 330 | And no where did abide: 331 | Softly she was going up 332 | And a star or two beside-- 333 | 334 | Her beams bemock'd the sultry main 335 | Like morning frosts yspread; 336 | But where the ship's huge shadow lay, 337 | The charmed water burnt alway 338 | A still and awful red. 339 | 340 | Beyond the shadow of the ship 341 | I watch'd the water-snakes: 342 | They mov'd in tracks of shining white; 343 | And when they rear'd, the elfish light 344 | Fell off in hoary flakes. 345 | 346 | Within the shadow of the ship 347 | I watch'd their rich attire: 348 | Blue, glossy green, and velvet black 349 | They coil'd and swam; and every track 350 | Was a flash of golden fire. 351 | 352 | O happy living things! no tongue 353 | Their beauty might declare: 354 | A spring of love gusht from my heart, 355 | And I bless'd them unaware! 356 | Sure my kind saint took pity on me, 357 | And I bless'd them unaware. 358 | 359 | The self-same moment I could pray; 360 | And from my neck so free 361 | The Albatross fell off, and sank 362 | Like lead into the sea. 363 | 364 | V. 365 | 366 | O sleep, it is a gentle thing 367 | Belov'd from pole to pole! 368 | To Mary-queen the praise be yeven 369 | She sent the gentle sleep from heaven 370 | That slid into my soul. 371 | 372 | The silly buckets on the deck 373 | That had so long remain'd, 374 | I dreamt that they were fill'd with dew 375 | And when I awoke it rain'd. 376 | 377 | My lips were wet, my throat was cold, 378 | My garments all were dank; 379 | Sure I had drunken in my dreams 380 | And still my body drank. 381 | 382 | I mov'd and could not feel my limbs, 383 | I was so light, almost 384 | I thought that I had died in sleep, 385 | And was a blessed Ghost. 386 | 387 | The roaring wind! it roar'd far off, 388 | It did not come anear; 389 | But with its sound it shook the sails 390 | That were so thin and sere. 391 | 392 | The upper air bursts into life, 393 | And a hundred fire-flags sheen 394 | To and fro they are hurried about; 395 | And to and fro, and in and out 396 | The stars dance on between. 397 | 398 | The coming wind doth roar more loud; 399 | The sails do sigh, like sedge: 400 | The rain pours down from one black cloud 401 | And the Moon is at its edge. 402 | 403 | Hark! hark! the thick black cloud is cleft, 404 | And the Moon is at its side: 405 | Like waters shot from some high crag, 406 | The lightning falls with never a jag 407 | A river steep and wide. 408 | 409 | The strong wind reach'd the ship: it roar'd 410 | And dropp'd down, like a stone! 411 | Beneath the lightning and the moon 412 | The dead men gave a groan. 413 | 414 | They groan'd, they stirr'd, they all uprose, 415 | Ne spake, ne mov'd their eyes: 416 | It had been strange, even in a dream 417 | To have seen those dead men rise. 418 | 419 | The helmsman steerd, the ship mov'd on; 420 | Yet never a breeze up-blew; 421 | The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes, 422 | Where they were wont to do: 423 | 424 | They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools-- 425 | We were a ghastly crew. 426 | 427 | The body of my brother's son 428 | Stood by me knee to knee: 429 | The body and I pull'd at one rope, 430 | But he said nought to me-- 431 | And I quak'd to think of my own voice 432 | How frightful it would be! 433 | 434 | The day-light dawn'd--they dropp'd their arms, 435 | And cluster'd round the mast: 436 | Sweet sounds rose slowly thro' their mouths 437 | And from their bodies pass'd. 438 | 439 | Around, around, flew each sweet sound, 440 | Then darted to the sun: 441 | Slowly the sounds came back again 442 | Now mix'd, now one by one. 443 | 444 | Sometimes a dropping from the sky 445 | I heard the Lavrock sing; 446 | Sometimes all little birds that are 447 | How they seem'd to fill the sea and air 448 | With their sweet jargoning, 449 | 450 | And now 'twas like all instruments, 451 | Now like a lonely flute; 452 | And now it is an angel's song 453 | That makes the heavens be mute. 454 | 455 | It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on 456 | A pleasant noise till noon, 457 | A noise like of a hidden brook 458 | In the leafy month of June, 459 | That to the sleeping woods all night 460 | Singeth a quiet tune. 461 | 462 | Listen, O listen, thou Wedding-guest! 463 | "Marinere! thou hast thy will: 464 | "For that, which comes out of thine eye, doth make 465 | "My body and soul to be still." 466 | 467 | Never sadder tale was told 468 | To a man of woman born: 469 | Sadder and wiser thou wedding-guest! 470 | Thou'lt rise to morrow morn. 471 | 472 | Never sadder tale was heard 473 | By a man of woman born: 474 | The Marineres all return'd to work 475 | As silent as beforne. 476 | 477 | The Marineres all 'gan pull the ropes, 478 | But look at me they n'old: 479 | Thought I, I am as thin as air-- 480 | They cannot me behold. 481 | 482 | Till moon we silently sail'd on 483 | Yet never a breeze did breathe: 484 | Slowly and smoothly went the ship 485 | Mov'd onward from beneath. 486 | 487 | Under the keel nine fathom deep 488 | From the land of mist and snow 489 | The spirit slid: and it was He 490 | That made the Ship to go. 491 | The sails at noon left off their tune 492 | And the Ship stood still also. 493 | 494 | The sun right up above the mast 495 | Had fix'd her to the ocean: 496 | But in a minute she 'gan stir 497 | With a short uneasy motion-- 498 | Backwards and forwards half her length 499 | With a short uneasy motion. 500 | 501 | Then, like a pawing horse let go, 502 | She made a sudden bound: 503 | It flung the blood into my head, 504 | And I fell into a swound. 505 | 506 | How long in that same fit I lay, 507 | I have not to declare; 508 | But ere my living life return'd, 509 | I heard and in my soul discern'd 510 | Two voices in the air, 511 | 512 | "Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man? 513 | "By him who died on cross, 514 | "With his cruel bow he lay'd full low 515 | "The harmless Albatross. 516 | 517 | "The spirit who 'bideth by himself 518 | "In the land of mist and snow, 519 | "He lov'd the bird that lov'd the man 520 | "Who shot him with his bow." 521 | 522 | The other was a softer voice, 523 | As soft as honey-dew: 524 | Quoth he the man hath penance done, 525 | And penance more will do. 526 | 527 | VI. 528 | 529 | FIRST VOICE. 530 | "But tell me, tell me! speak again, 531 | "Thy soft response renewing-- 532 | "What makes that ship drive on so fast? 533 | "What is the Ocean doing?" 534 | 535 | SECOND VOICE. 536 | "Still as a Slave before his Lord, 537 | "The Ocean hath no blast: 538 | "His great bright eye most silently 539 | "Up to the moon is cast-- 540 | 541 | "If he may know which way to go, 542 | "For she guides him smooth or grim. 543 | "See, brother, see! how graciously 544 | "She looketh down on him." 545 | 546 | FIRST VOICE. 547 | "But why drives on that ship so fast 548 | "Withouten wave or wind?" 549 | SECOND VOICE. 550 | "The air is cut away before, 551 | "And closes from behind. 552 | 553 | "Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high, 554 | "Or we shall be belated: 555 | "For slow and slow that ship will go, 556 | "When the Marinere's trance is abated." 557 | 558 | I woke, and we were sailing on 559 | As in a gentle weather: 560 | 'Twas night, calm night, the moon was high; 561 | The dead men stood together. 562 | 563 | All stood together on the deck, 564 | For a charnel-dungeon fitter: 565 | All fix'd on me their stony eyes 566 | That in the moon did glitter. 567 | 568 | The pang, the curse, with which they died, 569 | Had never pass'd away: 570 | I could not draw my een from theirs 571 | Ne turn them up to pray. 572 | 573 | And in its time the spell was snapt, 574 | And I could move my een: 575 | I look'd far-forth, but little saw 576 | Of what might else be seen. 577 | 578 | Like one, that on a lonely road 579 | Doth walk in fear and dread, 580 | And having once turn'd round, walks on 581 | And turns no more his head: 582 | Because he knows, a frightful fiend 583 | Doth close behind him tread. 584 | 585 | But soon there breath'd a wind on me, 586 | Ne sound ne motion made: 587 | Its path was not upon the sea 588 | In ripple or in shade. 589 | 590 | It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, 591 | Like a meadow-gale of spring-- 592 | It mingled strangely with my fears, 593 | Yet it felt like a welcoming. 594 | 595 | Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, 596 | Yet she sail'd softly too: 597 | Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze-- 598 | On me alone it blew. 599 | 600 | O dream of joy! is this indeed 601 | The light-house top I see? 602 | Is this the Hill? Is this the Kirk? 603 | Is this mine own countree? 604 | 605 | We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar, 606 | And I with sobs did pray-- 607 | "O let me be awake, my God! 608 | "Or let me sleep alway!" 609 | 610 | The harbour-bay was clear as glass, 611 | So smoothly it was strewn! 612 | And on the bay the moon light lay, 613 | And the shadow of the moon. 614 | 615 | The moonlight bay was white all o'er, 616 | Till rising from the same, 617 | Full many shapes, that shadows were, 618 | Like as of torches came. 619 | 620 | A little distance from the prow 621 | Those dark-red shadows were; 622 | But soon I saw that my own flesh 623 | Was red as in a glare. 624 | 625 | I turn'd my head in fear and dread, 626 | And by the holy rood, 627 | The bodies had advanc'd, and now 628 | Before the mast they stood. 629 | 630 | They lifted up their stiff right arms, 631 | They held them strait and tight; 632 | And each right-arm burnt like a torch, 633 | A torch that's borne upright. 634 | Their stony eye-balls glitter'd on 635 | In the red and smoky light. 636 | 637 | I pray'd and turn'd my head away 638 | Forth looking as before. 639 | There was no breeze upon the bay, 640 | No wave against the shore. 641 | 642 | The rock shone bright, the kirk no less 643 | That stands above the rock: 644 | The moonlight steep'd in silentness 645 | The steady weathercock. 646 | 647 | And the bay was white with silent light, 648 | Till rising from the same 649 | Full many shapes, that shadows were, 650 | In crimson colours came. 651 | 652 | A little distance from the prow 653 | Those crimson shadows were: 654 | I turn'd my eyes upon the deck-- 655 | O Christ! what saw I there? 656 | 657 | Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat; 658 | And by the Holy rood 659 | A man all light, a seraph-man, 660 | On every corse there stood. 661 | 662 | This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand: 663 | It was a heavenly sight: 664 | They stood as signals to the land, 665 | Each one a lovely light: 666 | 667 | This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand, 668 | No voice did they impart-- 669 | No voice; but O! the silence sank, 670 | Like music on my heart. 671 | 672 | Eftsones I heard the dash of oars, 673 | I heard the pilot's cheer: 674 | My head was turn'd perforce away 675 | And I saw a boat appear. 676 | 677 | Then vanish'd all the lovely lights; 678 | The bodies rose anew: 679 | With silent pace, each to his place, 680 | Came back the ghastly crew. 681 | The wind, that shade nor motion made, 682 | On me alone it blew. 683 | 684 | The pilot, and the pilot's boy 685 | I heard them coming fast: 686 | Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy, 687 | The dead men could not blast. 688 | 689 | I saw a third--I heard his voice: 690 | It is the Hermit good! 691 | He singeth loud his godly hymns 692 | That he makes in the wood. 693 | He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away 694 | The Albatross's blood. 695 | 696 | VII. 697 | 698 | This Hermit good lives in that wood 699 | Which slopes down to the Sea. 700 | How loudly his sweet voice he rears! 701 | He loves to talk with Marineres 702 | That come from a far Contrée. 703 | 704 | He kneels at morn and noon and eve-- 705 | He hath a cushion plump: 706 | It is the moss, that wholly hides 707 | The rotted old Oak-stump. 708 | 709 | The Skiff-boat ne'rd: I heard them talk, 710 | "Why, this is strange, I trow! 711 | "Where are those lights so many and fair 712 | "That signal made but now? 713 | 714 | "Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said-- 715 | "And they answer'd not our cheer. 716 | "The planks look warp'd, and see those sails 717 | "How thin they are and sere! 718 | "I never saw aught like to them 719 | "Unless perchance it were 720 | 721 | "The skeletons of leaves that lag 722 | "My forest brook along: 723 | "When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow, 724 | "And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below 725 | "That eats the she-wolf's young. 726 | 727 | "Dear Lord! it has a fiendish look"-- 728 | (The Pilot made reply) 729 | "I am a-fear'd.--"Push on, push on!" 730 | Said the Hermit cheerily. 731 | 732 | The Boat came closer to the Ship, 733 | But I ne spake ne stirr'd! 734 | The Boat came close beneath the Ship, 735 | And strait a sound was heard! 736 | 737 | Under the water it rumbled on, 738 | Still louder and more dread: 739 | It reach'd the Ship, it split the bay; 740 | The Ship went down like lead. 741 | 742 | Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful sound, 743 | Which sky and ocean smote: 744 | Like one that hath been seven days drown'd 745 | My body lay afloat: 746 | But, swift as dreams, myself I found 747 | Within the Pilot's boat. 748 | 749 | Upon the whirl, where sank the Ship, 750 | The boat spun round and round: 751 | And all was still, save that the hill 752 | Was telling of the sound. 753 | 754 | I mov'd my lips: the Pilot shriek'd 755 | And fell down in a fit. 756 | The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes 757 | And pray'd where he did sit. 758 | 759 | I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, 760 | Who now doth crazy go, 761 | Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while 762 | His eyes went to and fro, 763 | "Ha! ha!" quoth he--"full plain I see, 764 | "The devil knows how to row." 765 | 766 | And now all in mine own Countrée 767 | I stood on the firm land! 768 | The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, 769 | And scarcely he could stand. 770 | 771 | "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Man!" 772 | The Hermit cross'd his brow-- 773 | "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say 774 | "What manner man art thou?" 775 | 776 | Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd 777 | With a woeful agony, 778 | Which forc'd me to begin my tale 779 | And then it left me free. 780 | 781 | Since then at an uncertain hour, 782 | Now oftimes and now fewer, 783 | That anguish comes and makes me tell 784 | My ghastly aventure. 785 | 786 | I pass, like night, from land to land; 787 | I have strange power of speech; 788 | The moment that his face I see 789 | I know the man that must hear me; 790 | To him my tale I teach. 791 | 792 | What loud uproar bursts from that door! 793 | The Wedding-guests are there; 794 | But in the Garden-bower the Bride 795 | And Bride-maids singing are: 796 | And hark the little Vesper-bell 797 | Which biddeth me to prayer. 798 | 799 | O Wedding-guest! this soul hath been 800 | Alone on a wide wide sea: 801 | So lonely 'twas, that God himself 802 | Scarce seemed there to be. 803 | 804 | O sweeter than the Marriage-feast, 805 | 'Tis sweeter far to me 806 | To walk together to the Kirk 807 | With a goodly company. 808 | 809 | To walk together to the Kirk 810 | And all together pray, 811 | While each to his great father bends, 812 | Old men, and babes, and loving friends, 813 | And Youths, and Maidens gay. 814 | 815 | Farewell, farewell! but this I tell 816 | To thee, thou wedding-guest! 817 | He prayeth well who loveth well 818 | Both man and bird and beast. 819 | 820 | He prayeth best who loveth best, 821 | All things both great and small: 822 | For the dear God, who loveth us, 823 | He made and loveth all. 824 | 825 | The Marinere, whose eye is bright, 826 | Whose beard with age is hoar, 827 | Is gone; and now the wedding-guest 828 | Turn'd from the bridegroom's door. 829 | 830 | He went, like one that hath been stunn'd 831 | And is of sense forlorn: 832 | A sadder and a wiser man 833 | He rose the morrow morn. 834 | -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /rime.html: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE, IN SEVEN PARTS. 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE, IN SEVEN PARTS.

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How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.

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