The bodies of the ship's It did not come anear; But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. The upper air burst into life; To and fro they were hurried about; And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Slowly the sounds came back again, Sometimes a-dropping from the sky, Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air And now 't was like all instruments, And now it is an angel's song It ceased; yet still the sails made on And the rain poured down from one black A noise like of a hidden brook cloud The moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still Like waters shot from some high crag, The loud wind never reached the ship, crew are in Yet now the ship moved on! moves on; but not by the souls of the men, nor by demons of earth or middle air, but by a blessed troop of angelic spir. its, sent down by the invocation of the guar dian saint. Beneath the lightning and the moon They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose- The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; The mariners all 'gan work the ropes, They raised their limbs like lifeless tools- The Body of my brother's son The Body and I pulled at one rope, "I fear thee, Ancient Mariner!" "Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! 'T was not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest: In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Till noon we quietly sailed on, Under the keel nine fathom deep, The sun, right up above the mast, Then like a pawing horse let go, How long in that same fit I lay, I have not to declare ; But ere my living life returned, I heard, and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air. 'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? For when it dawned-they dropped their The harmless Albatross ! The lonesome spirit from the south pole carries on the ship as far as the line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still requir eth vengeance. The Polar Spirit's fel low-deinons, the invisible inhabitants d the element take part his wrong; and two of them relate one to the other, tha penance long and heavy for the Ancient Mariner hath been accorded to the Polar Spirit, who returneth southward. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Its path was not upon the sea, It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, O dream of joy! is this indeed Is this the hill is this the kirk? We drifted o'er the harbor-bar, The harbor-bay was clear as glass, And on the bay the moonlight lay, The rock shone bright, the kirk no less And the bay was white with silent light, Full many shapes, that shadows were, A little distance from the prow Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, A man all light, a seraph man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand : It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart. But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. And the An cient Mariner beholdeth his native country The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, and appear in their ow forms of light. The ship suddenly sinketh. 'And they answered not our cheer! But swift as dreams, myself I found Upon the whirl where sank the ship I moved my lips-the pilot shrieked The holy hermit raised his eyes, I took the oars; the pilot's boy, Laughed loud and long; and all the while 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.' And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The hermit stepped forth from the boat And scarcely he could stand. 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!'The hermit crossed his brow: 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee sayWhat manner of man art thou?' Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched The planks looked warped! and see those With a woeful agony, sails How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Brown skeletons of leaves that lag When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, 'Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look I am a-feared.'-'Push on, push on !' The boat came closer to the ship, The boat came close beneath the ship, Under the water it rumbled on, It reached the ship, it split the bay; The Ancient Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Mariner is saved in the pilot's boat. Which sky and ocean smote, Which forced me to begin my taleAnd then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, And till my ghastly tale is told I pass, like night, from land to land; I know the man that must hear me- What loud uproar bursts from that door! O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been So lonely 't was, that God himself O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'T is sweeter far to me, Like one that hath been seven days drowned To walk together to the kirk My body iay afloat; With a goodly company! The Ancient Mariner carnestly entreateth the hermit to shrieve him: and the pen. ance of life falls on him. And ever and anon throughout his future life an ago ny constraineth him to travel from land to land, And shiver each splinter of wood, Clear the deck, stow the yards, and bouse everything tight, And under reefed foresail we'll scud : Avast! nor don't think me a milksop so soft To be taken for trifles aback; For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft, I heard our good chaplain palaver one day, For he said how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, And a many fine things that proved clearly to me "For," says he, do you mind me, "let storms e'er so oft Take the topsails of sailors aback, There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, I said to our Poll-for, d'ye see, she would cry-— "What argufies sniveling and piping your eye? Why, what a blamed fool you must be ! Can't you see, the world's wide, and there's room for us all, Both for seamen and lubbers ashore? And if to old Davy, I should go, friend Poil, You never will hear of me more. What then? All's a hazard: come, don't be so soft: For, d'ye see, there's a cherub sits smiling aloft, D'ye mind me, a sailor should be every inch And with her brave the world, not offering to flinch As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides, and ends, Naught's a trouble from duty that springs, For my heart is my Poll's, and my rhino's my friend's, And as for my will, 't is the king's. Even when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft For the same little cherub that sits up aloft CHARLES DIBDIN. NAPOLEON AND THE BRITISH SAILOR. LOVE contemplating-apart From all his homicidal glory— The traits that soften to our heart Napoleon's glory! 'Twas when his banners at Boulogne Armed in our island every freeman, They suffered him-I know not how- His eye, methinks, pursued the flight A stormy midnight watch, he thought, At last, when care had banished sleep, He hid it in a cave, and wrought By mighty working. |