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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535

540

545

The ship sud-
denly sinketh.

The ancient

Mariner is saved

in the Pilot's

boat.

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555