This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: ...the drifts the snowy clifts. Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and Like noises in a swound! howled, At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1862 Excerpt: ...the drifts the snowy clifts. Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and Like noises in a swound! howled, At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up be-The Albatross did follow, B"TM4! And every day, for foo'd or play, Came to the mariner's hollo! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke whitej Glimmered the white moon-shine. "God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!--Why look'st thou so?"--With my I shot the Albatross. cross-bow Sis shipmates cry out against the ancient mariner, for killing the bird of good luck. And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow! Barnard. Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to That bring the fog and mist. Ls&7j The fair breeze blew, the white foam The furrow followed free; flew, We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt 'Twas sad as sad could be; down, And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No big...
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