SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY

Or we shall be belated:

For slow and slow that ship will go,

When the Mariner's trance is abated."

I woke, and we were sailing on The super- 43<>

A<5 in a crpntlp w^athpr - natural motion

As in a gentle weatner . i8 Tetarded. the

'Twas night, calm night, the Moon was Mariner

The dead men stood together.

begins anew.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

The pang, the curse, with^ which they

died,

Had never passed away :
I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
Nor turn them up to pray.

And now this spell was snapt: once

more

I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen—

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And Having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

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