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Page 74 - 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 bigger than the Moon. «5 Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere,
Page 71 - He struck with his o'ertaking wings, P° le And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, « As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 78 - Fear at my heart, as at a cup, 205 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 210 The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 92 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; 535 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) MO I am
Page 79 - 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.
Page 69 - Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, s And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din." He holds him with his skinny hand, " There was a ship," quoth he. 10 " Hold off! unhand me, graybeard loon !
Page 93 - Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. 555 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. I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked
Page 81 - A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire:
Page 84 - saint. arms, And clustered round the mast; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths, And from their bodies passed. Around, around, flew each sweet sound, 355 Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing;