Lovecraft that I published here last month has received a lot of attention and traffic, but not all of it has been necessarily positive. Doing any sort of online research in advance of reading the stories, will do the reader a major disservice. Why approach Lovecraft with already formed ideas about his themes and motivations? Sometimes this hindrance is due to an inherent quality of idiosyncrasy, complexity, or some other sort of difficulty in the work itself.
Part I It is an ancient mariner And he stoppeth one of three. Mayst hear the merry din. 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 sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (originally The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere) is the longest major poem by the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, written in –98 and published in This ballad has been interpreted in a variety of ways since it . The title, Samuel Taylor Coleridge s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, part of Chelsea House Publishers Modern Critical Interpretations series, presents the most important 20th-century criticism on Samuel Taylor Coleridge s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner through extracts of critical essays by well-known literary critics/5(). Rime of The Ancient Mariner Coleridge's poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is wrote in a way that the reader is expected to temporarily allow him or herself to believe it to be able to understand it.
Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon--" 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. 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.
Mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice mast-high came floating by, As green as emerald. And through 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 howled, Like noises in a swound!
The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! Part II The sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent 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. 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, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deeps did rot: That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot.
Instead of the cross, the albatross About my neck was hung.
Part III There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered.Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.
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