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2.
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II.
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The Sun came up upon the right,
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.
Out of the Sea came he;
And broad as a weft upon the left
Went down into the Sea.
And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
But no sweet Bird did follow
Ne any for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
And I had done a hellish thing
And it would work 'em woe;
For all averr'd I had kill'd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
And it would work 'em woe;
For all averr'd I had kill'd the Bird
That made the Breeze to blow.
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The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
T'was right, said they, such birds to slay
That bring the fog and mist.
The breezes blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow follow'd free:
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
The furrow follow'd free:
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent Sea.
Down dropt the breeze, the Sails dropt down,
'Twas sad as sad could be
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the Sea.
'Twas sad as sad could be
And we did speak only to break
The silence of the Sea.
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The bloody sun at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, ne breath ne motion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
We stuck, ne breath ne motion,
As idle as a painted Ship
Upon a painted Ocean.
Water, water every where
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water every where,
Ne any drop to drink.
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water every where,
Ne any drop to drink.
The very deeps did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy Sea.
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy Sea.
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The Death-fires danc'd at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green and blue and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
Of the Spirit that plagued us so:
Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us
From the Land of Mist and Snow.
And every tongue thro' utter drouth
Was wither'd at the root;
We could not speak no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Was wither'd at the root;
We could not speak no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
Ah wel-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young;
Instead of the cross the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
Had I from old and young;
Instead of the cross the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
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