SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

My forest-brook along;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.'
'Dear Lord!  it hath a fiendish look—'
(The Pilot made reply)
*I am a-feared'—Tush on, push on!'
Said the Hermit cheerily.
The boat came closer to the ship,
But 1 nor spake nor stirred;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.
Stunned   by   that   loud   and   dreadful
sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like   one  that   hath   been   seven   days
drowned
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat,
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Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
The boat spun round and round;
And all was still, save that the hill
Was telling of the sound.
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The ship sud-
denly sinketh.
The ancient
Mariner is saved
in   the   Pilot's
boat.

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