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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-12



Man of the Fort Story, Va. coastal defense (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom’s door.

He went like one that hath been stunned,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-11



Musical stars Madge Elliott and Cyril Ritchard’s wedding, St Mary’s Cathedral, Sydney, 1935 / photograph by Sam Hood

Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales


To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell
To thee, thou Wedding-Guest!
He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-10



[Eleanor Wilson, daughter of Woodrow Wilson, with her sister Jessie and others] (LOC)

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O Wedding-Guest! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide wide sea:
So lonely ’twas, that God Himself
Scarce seemed there to be.

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
‘Tis sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company! -

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-9



Belvidere Street

Originally uploaded by The Library of Virginia


I pass, like night, from land to land;
I have strange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the man that must hear me:
To him my tale I teach.

What loud uproar bursts from that door!
The wedding-guests are there:
But in the garden-bower the bride
And bride-maids singing are:
And hark the little vesper bell,
Which biddeth me to prayer!

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-8



Catholic theatre, detective story

Originally uploaded by The Library of Virginia


Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched
With a woeful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns:
And till my ghastly tale is told,
This heart within me burns.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-7



Hindu Priest – India (LOC)

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And now, all in my own countree,
I stood on the firm land!
The Hermit stepped forth from the boat,
And scarcely he could stand.

‘O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!’
The Hermit crossed his brow.
‘Say quick,’ quoth he, ‘I bid thee say -
What manner of man art thou?’

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[Stanford University crew rowing on Hudson River with Poughkeepsie Bridge, New York, in background] (LOC)

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I moved my lips – the Pilot shrieked
And fell down in a fit;
The holy Hermit raised his eyes,
And prayed where he did sit.

I took the oars: the Pilot’s boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Laughed loud and long, and all the while
His eyes went to and fro.
‘Ha! ha!’ quoth he, ‘full plain I see,
The Devil knows how to row.’

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-5



Whirlpool Galaxy (M51): A Classic Beauty (A spiral galaxy 31 million light years from Earth.)

Originally uploaded by Smithsonian Institution


Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot’s boat.

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.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-4



TITANIC life boats on way to CARPATHIA (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.

Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread:
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-3



Skeleton of sea-elephant & Harold Hamilton

Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales


Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along;
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)
I am a-feared’ – ‘Push on, push on!’
Said the Hermit cheerily.

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Cornell crew (LOC)

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The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,
‘Why this is strange, I trow!
Where are those lights to many and fair,
That signal made but now?’

‘Strange, by my faith!’ the Hermit said -
‘And they answered not our cheer!
The planks look warped! and see those sails,
How thin they are and sere!
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 7-1



Farm Security Administration borrower, vicinity of Frederiksted, St. Croix, Virgin Islands (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


PART THE SEVENTH

“This hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
He loves to talk with mariners
That come from a far countree.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve -
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 6-11



Woman in a rowing boat

Originally uploaded by National Media Museum


But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot’s cheer;
My head was turned perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.

The Pilot and the Pilot’s boy,
I heard them coming fast:
Dear Lord in Heaven! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.

I saw a third – I heard his voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He’ll shrieve my soul, he’ll wash away
The Albatross’s blood.”

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 6-10



World’s Columbian Exposition: Transportation Building, Chicago, United States, 1893.

Originally uploaded by Brooklyn Museum


Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.

This seraph-band, each waved his hand:
It was a heavenly sight!
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light;

This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart -
No voice; but oh! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.

The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 6-9



The harbor, Frederiksted, Saint Croix island, Virgin Islands (LOC)

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And the bay was white with silent light,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.

A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck -
Oh, Christ! what saw I there!