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primitive in its ceremonies, unequalled in its liturgical England, in a tolerating age, has shown herself emiforms; that our Church, which has kindled and dis- nently tolerant, and far more so, both in Spirit and in played more bright and burning lights of Genius and fact, that many of her most bitter opponents, who Learning, than all other Protestant churches since profess to deem toleration itself an insult on the the Reformation, was (with the single exception of rights of mankind! As to myself, who not only know the times of Laud and Sheldon) least intolerant, the Church-Establishment to be tolerant, but who when all Christians unhappily deemed a species of see in it the greatest, if not the sole safe bulwark of intolerance their religious duty; that Bishops of our Toleration, I feel no necessity of defending or palchurch were among the first that contended against liating oppressions under the two Charleses, in order this error; and finally, that since the Reformation, to exclaim with a full and fervent heart, ESTO PERwhen tolerance became a fashion, the Church of PETUA!
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
IN SEVEN PARTS.
Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit ? et gradus et cognationes et discrimina et singulorum munera ? Quid agunt ? quæ loca habitant ? Haram rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. Juvat, interea, non diffiteor, quandoque in animo, tanquam in tabulâ, majoris et melioris mundi imaginem contemplari: ne mens assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ minutiis se contrahat nimis, et tota subsidat in pusillas cogitationes. Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus.-T. BURNET: Archæol. Phil. p. 68.
The bride hath paced into the hall, The wedding-
guest heareth the An ancient Mari- It is an ancient Mariner,
bridal music; but ner moeteth three And he stoppeth one of three :
Nodding their heads before her goes the Mariner congallants bidden to
tinueth his tale. a wedding-feast,“ By thy long gray beard and glitter. The merry minstrelsy. and detaineth ing eye,
The Wedding-Guest he beat his
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
The bright-eyed Mariner.
by a storm toward
the south pole
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
The ship drove fast, loud roard the
And now there came both mist and
Aud it grew wondrous cold;
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
and of fearful
sounds, where no Below the kirk, below the hill,
to be seen. Below the light-house top.
The ice was all between. The Mariner tells The Sun came up upon the left, The ice was here, the ice was there, how the ship gail- Out of the sea came he!
The ice was all around : with a good wind And he shone bright, and on the right It crack'd and growl'd, and roard and and fair weather, Went down into the sea.
howl'a, till it reached the lino Higher and higher every day, Like noises in a swound!
Til a great sea Till over the mast at noon
bird, called the At length did cross an Albatross :
Albatross, came The Wedding-Guest here beat his Thorough the fog it came ;
through the snow breast,
As if it had been a Christian soul, fog, and was reFor be heard the loud bassoon. We hail'd it in God's name.
ceived with great
joy and hospital 70
It ate the food it ne'er had eat, Day after day, day after day,
And lo! the Al- And a good south-wind sprung up Water, water, everywhere,
And the Alba batross proveth behind ;
And all the boards did shrink : tross begins to be a bird of good The Albatross did follow, Water, water, everywhere,
avenged. omen, and followeth the ship as it And every day, for food or play, Nor any drop to drink. returned north- Came to the mariner's hollo! ward through fog
The very deep did rot: 0 Christ! and floating ice. In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, That ever this should be!
It perch'd for vespers nine; Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
The death-fires danced at night;
thus! bird of good
A spirit had folWhy look'st thou so?"-With my And some in dreams assured were Jowed them; one cross-bow
Of the spirit that plagued us so ; of the invisible in
Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us habitants of this
planet,--neither PART II.
por angels; con The Sun now rose upon the right: cerning whom the learned Jew, Josephus, and the Platonic Out of the sea came he,
Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be consulted. "They Still hid in mist, and on the left
are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without
one or more.
Was wither'd at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
The shipmates, in His shipmates cry And I had done an hellish thing,
Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
their sore distress
would fain throw out against the And it would work 'em woe:
Had I from old and young!
the whole guilt on ancient Mariners For all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird Instead of the cross, the Albatross the ancient Mar the bird
iner in sign of good-lock.
About my neck was hung.
whereof they Ah wretch! said they, the bird to
bang the dead slay,
sea-bird round That made the brecze to blow!
his neck. But when the fog Nor dim nor red, like God's own THERE pass'd a weary time. Each cleared off, they head,
throat justify the same. The glorious Sun uprist :
Was parch'd, and glazed each eye. and the make themselves ac
Then all averr’d, I had kill'd the bird A weary time! a weary time! complices in the That brought the fog and mist.
How glazed each weary eye,
The ancient Macrime. "T was right, said they, such birds to When looking westward, i beheld
riner beholdeth a slay A something in the sky.
sign in the eleThat bring the fog and mist.
ment afar off.
At first it seem'd a little speck, The fair breeze The fair breeze blew, the white foam And then it seem'd a mist; continues ; the flew,
It moved and moved, and took at last ship enters the Pacific Ocean and The furrow follow'd free;
A certain shape, I wist. sails northward. We were the first that ever burst even till it reach Into that silent sea.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! es the Line.
And still it neard and near'd : The ship hath Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt As if it dodged a water-sprite, beer soddenly down,
It plunged and tack'd and veer'd. becalmned. 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break With throats unslaked, with black At its nearer ap
proach, it neemThe silence of the sea !
eth him to be a We could nor laugh nor wail;
ship ; and at a All in a hot and copper sky, a
Through utter drought all dumb we dear ransom he
stood; The bloody Sun, at noon,
freeth his speech
from the bonds of Right up above the mast did stand, I bit my arm, I suck'd the blood,
With throats unslaked, with black |One after one, by the star-dogged One after anlips baked,
His shipmates lows: for can it be Hither to work us weal;
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan),
drop down dead a ship, that comes onward without Without a breeze, without a tide,
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, wind or tide ? She steadies with upright keel ! They dropp'd down one by one.
The western wave was all a flame, The souls did from their bodies fly, But Life-in-
Death begins her
work on the anAnd every soul, it pass'd me by
cient Mariner. Rested the broad bright Sun; Like the whizz of my cross-Bow! When that strange shape drove suddenly
PART IV. Betwixt us and the Sun. "I Fear thee, ancient Mariner! The wedding
guest feareth that It seemeth him And straight the Sun was fleck'd I fear thy skinny hand !
a spirit is talking but the skeleton with bars,
And thou art long, and lank, and to him; of a ship.
(Heaven's Mother send us grace! brown,
" I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
And thy skinny hand so brown.”Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding. But the ancient loud)
Mariner assureth How fast she nears and nears!
him of his bodily This body dropt not down.
life, and proceedAre those her sails that glance in the
eth to relate his Sun, Alone, alone, all, all alone,
horrible ponance. Like restless gossameres?
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And nover a saint took pity on And its ribs are Are those her ribs through which the My soul in agony. seen as bars on
Sun the face of the
Did peer, as through a grate; The many men, so beautiful! Ile despiseth the Betting Sun.
creatures of the And is that woman all her crew ? And they all dead did lie:
calm. The spectre- Is that a DEATH, and are there two ? And a thousand thousand slimy woman and her Is DEATH that woman's mate?
things death-mate, and
Lived on; and so did I. no other on board Her lips were red, her looks were the skeleton-ship. Like vessel, like free, I look'd upon the rotting sea,
And envieth that crew! Her locks were yellow as gold : And drew my eyes away ;
they should live, Her skin was as white as leprosy,
and so many lie The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was And there the dead men lay. I look'd upon the rotting deck,
Who thicks man's blood with cold. I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gush'd,
A wicked whisper came, and made ship's crew, and
“ The game is done! I've won, I've My heart as dry as dust. she (the latter) winncth the an
I closed my lids, and kept them close, cient Mariner. Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
And the balls like pulses beat; No twilight The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush For the sky and the sea, and the sea within the courts
and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye
And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their But the curse livAt the rising of We listen'd and look'd sideways up!
eth for bim in the the moon, Fear at my heart, as at a cup, Nor rot nor reek did they;
eye of the dead
The look with which they look'd on
A spirit from on high;
For the two last lines of this stanza, I am indebted to Mr.
to Dulverton, with him and his sister, in the Autumn of 1797, Within the nether tip.
that this Poem was planned, and in part composod.
But oh! more horrible than that And soon I heard a roaring wind :
He heareth Is a curse in a dead man's eye! It did not come anear;
sounds and soeth
strange sights Seven days, seven nights, I saw that But with its sound it shook the sails, and commotions curse. That were so thin and sere.
in the sky and And yet I could not die.
the element. In his loneliness The moving Moon went up the sky, And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
The upper air burst into life! and fixednese he reareth towards And nowhere did abide :
To and fro they were hurried about! the journeying Softly she was going up,
And w and fro, and in and out, Moon, and the And a star or two beside
The wan stars danced between. stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward ; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native And the coming wind did roar more country and their own natural homes, which they enter unan
And the rain pour'd down from one
black cloud ;
The Moon was at its side:
Like waters shot from some high crag,
The loud wind never reach'd the The bodies of the And when they rear'd, the elfish light ship,
ship's crew are
inspired, and the Fell off in hoary flakes. Yet now the ship moved on!
ship moves on;
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise. their happiness. Their beauty might declare :
The helmsman steer'd, the ship
moved on ;
Yet never a breeze up blew;
The mariners all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do;
They raised their limbs like liseless The spell begins The self-same moment I could pray ;
-We were a ghastly crew.
The body of brother's son
Stood by me, knee to knee :
The body and I pull’d at one rope,
souls of the men,
earth or middle That slid into my soul.
air, but by a By grace of the The silly buckets on the deck,
Which to their corses came again, blessed troop of
angelic spirits, holy Mother, the That had so long remain'd, (dew; But a troop of spirits blest:
sent down by the ancient Mariner
invocation of the in refreshed with I dreamt that they were fill'd with
For when it dawn'd- they dropp'd guardian saint. rain. And when I awoke, it rain'd.
And from their bodies pass'd.
Then darted to the Sun;
Slowly the sounds came back again,
Now mix'd, now one by one.
Sometimes, a-drooping from the sky,
Thy soft response renewing-
What makes that ship drive on so
What is the OCEAN doing ?
His great bright eye most silently
She looketh down on him.
been cast into a
trance; for the Moved onward from beneath.
angelic power SECOND VOICE.
causeth the verThe air is cut away before,
sel to drive north The lonesome Under the keel nine fathom deep,
And closes from behind.
ward faster than spirit from the From the land of mist and snow,
human life could south-pole carries The spirit slid : and it was he
enduro on the ship as far
Fly, brother, fly! more high, more as the line, in That made the ship to go.
high! obedience to the The sails at noon left off their tune, Or we shall be belated : angelic troop, but And the ship stood still also. Atill requireth
For slow and slow that ship will go, vengeance.
When the Mariner's trance is abated.
I woke, and we were sailing on The supernatural
motion is retard With a short uneasy motion”T was night, calm night, the Moon ed; the Mariner
awakes, and his Backwards and forwards half her
was high ;
The dead men stood together.
All stood together on the deck,
All fix'd on me their stony eyes,
The pang, the curse, with which they
died, fellow dæmons, I have not to declare ;
Had never pass'd away : the invisible inhabitants of the
But ere my living life return'd, I could not draw my eyes from theirs, element, take part I heard and in my soul discern'd
Nor turn them up to pray. in his wrong i
Two VOICES in the air. and two of them
And now this spell was snapt : once The curse is firelate, one to the
more other, that pen
* Is it he?" quoth one, “Is this the ance long and man?
I view'd the ocean green, heavy for the an- By him who died on cross,
And look'd far forth, yet little saw cient Mariner hath been accord. With his cruel bow he laid full low of what had else been seened to the Polar The harmless Albatross. Spirit, who re
Like one, that on a lonesome road turneth south
“ The spirit who bideth by himself Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round walks
And turns no more his head ;
Doth close behind him tread.
But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Its path was not upon the sea,