The ancient mariner by st coleridge5/12/2023 ![]() ![]() Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist : Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. ![]() ![]() 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! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. " 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. " `God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends that plague thee thus! - Why look'st thou so?' -"With my crossbow I shot the Albatross. The ice did split with a thunder-fit The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moonshine. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came As if it had been a Christian soul We hailed it in God's name. ![]()
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