SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
��The Wedding- Guest is spell- bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.
��He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
'The ship was cheer'd, the harbour clear'd,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,
Below the lighthouse top.
��The Mariner tells how the ihip sailed
southward with Out of the sea came he'
a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line
��The Sun came up upon the left,
��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 heareth the bridal music j but the Mariner con- tmueth his tale.
��The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
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