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Elective English—IV




                    Notes          With far-heard whisper, o’er the sea,
                                   Off shot the spectre-bark.

                                   We listened and looked sideways up!
                                   Fear at my heart, as at a cup,
                                   My life-blood seemed to sip!
                                   The stars were dim, and thick the night,
                                   The steersman’s face by his lamp gleamed white;
                                   From the sails the dew did drip—
                                   Till clomb above the eastern bar
                                   The hornèd Moon, with one bright star
                                   Within the nether tip.

                                   One after one, by the star-dogged Moon,
                                   Too quick for groan or sigh,
                                   Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
                                   And cursed me with his eye.

                                   Four times fifty living men,
                                   (And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
                                   With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
                                   They dropped down one by one.

                                   The souls did from their bodies fly,—
                                   They fled to bliss or woe!
                                   And every soul, it passed me by,
                                   Like the whizz of my cross-bow!

                                   PART IV

                                   ‘I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
                                   I fear thy skinny hand!
                                   And thou art long, and lank, and brown,
                                   As is the ribbed sea-sand.

                                   I fear thee and thy glittering eye,
                                   And thy skinny hand, so brown.’—
                                   Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest!
                                   This body dropt not down.

                                   Alone, alone, all, all alone,
                                   Alone on a wide wide sea!
                                   And never a saint took pity on
                                   My soul in agony.

                                   The many men, so beautiful!
                                   And they all dead did lie:
                                   And a thousand thousand slimy things
                                   Lived on; and so did I.

                                   I looked upon the rotting sea,
                                   And drew my eyes away;




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