His dying words-but when I reach'd All impulses of soul and sense And Hopes, and Fears that kindle Hope, She wept with pity and delight; Her bosom heav'd-she stepp'd aside; She half inclosed me with her arms, 'Twas partly Love, and partly Fear, I calm'd her fears, and she was calm, And told her Love with virgin pride. And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride! THE ANCIENT MARINER, A POET'S REVERIE. ARGUMENT. How a Ship having first sailed to the Equator, was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole: How the Ancient Mariner, cruelly and in contempt of the Laws of Hospitality, killed a Sea-bird; and how he was followed by many and strange Judgments; and in what Manner he came back to his own Country. THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE, IN SEVEN PARTS. I. It is an ancyent Marinere, 'By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye "Now wherefore stoppest me? "The Bridegroom's doors are open'd wide "And I am next of kin; "The Guests are met, the Feast is set,"May'st hear the merry din." But still he holds the wedding-guest'There was a Ship,' quoth he 66 Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale, "Marinere! come with me." VOL. I. B He holds him with his skinny hand, "Now get the hence, thou grey-beard Loon! "Or my Staff shall make thee skip." He holds him with his glittering eye- The wedding-guest sate on a stone, The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd 6 Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the light-house top. The Sun came up upon the left, "Out of the sea came he: And he shone bright, and on the right 'Went down into the sea. • Higher and higher every day, 'Till over the mast at noon The wedding-guest here beat his breast, |