We do not know who wrote them except that they were stories sung before an audience. Is Death that woman's mate? It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship. The terrifying space of the open sea, the storms and whirlpools of an unknown ocean, the vast icy caverns of Antarctica, the hot equatorial sea swarming with monsters, all of the amazing visual elements that make Coleridge's masterpiece one of the most exciting and most memorable poems in the English language are unforgettably engraved in Doré's plates. And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. When Life-in-Death wins the Ancient Mariner's soul, the sailors' souls are left to Death and they curse the Ancient Mariner with their eyes before dying suddenly.
The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow. But the joy fades as the ghostly ship, which sails without wind, approaches. And is that Woman all her crew? The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. Day after day the albatross appears, appearing in the morning when the sailors call for it, and soaring behind the ship.
The language is simple but there is plenty of repetition and use of archaic words. That ever this should be! That thing is just an albatross around my neck. Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! At length did cross an Albatross, Through the fog it came; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh! Every sentence is having realism and perfection and enjoyable to the reader in its own spirit and life events. The ancient Mariner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve him ; and the penance of life falls on him. How loudly his sweet voice he rears! The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
The albatross begins with its vengeance A terrible curse a thirst has begun His shipmates blame bad luck on the mariner About his neck, the dead bird is hung. Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! This soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. 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. After his father died in 1781, Coleridge attended Christ's Hospital School in London, where he met lifelong friend Charles Lamb. The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin ; The guests are met, the feast is set : May'st hear the merry din.
Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. While the albatross was still alive, it represented good luck that caused a breeze to blow the ship from the icy South Pole towards the Equator. Lyrics: Hear the rime of the ancient mariner See his eye as he stops one of three Mesmerises one of the wedding guests Stay here and listen to the nightmares of the sea. 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. He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.
Harum rerum notitiam semper ambivit ingenium humanum, nunquam attigit. The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. How long in that same fit I lay, I have not to declare ; But ere my living life returned, I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air. And, our favorite: Why on earth did the Mariner shoot the albatross!? There is a complete lack of life, but also a sense of the sublime in the vast icebergs and glaciers they pass. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray-- O let me be awake, my God! Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? The collection's publication is often seen as the Romantic Movement's true inception. Oh sweeter than the marriage feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the light-house top.
Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. And I had done an hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 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 ever and anon through out his future life an agony constraineth him to travel from land to land ; Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns : And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! Sed veritati interea invigilandum est, modusque servandus, ut certa ab incertis, diem a nocte, distinguamus. Surrounded by the dead Sailors and cursed continuously by their gaze, the Mariner tries to turn his eyes to heaven to pray, but fails.
And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow! The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound! Second, the simile in the last two lines where the ship is compared to a painting also reinforces the idea that the ship is static and can't actually move at all. Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call: Gramercy! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now? The ship breaks free of the ice and sails north, followed by the giant bird. And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. He holds him with his glittering eyes- The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.