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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 6-8



North and South Heads, Sydney, NSW

Originally uploaded by Powerhouse Museum Collection


The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn!
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the Moon.

The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock:
The moonlight steeped in silentness
The steady weathercock.

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Wollongong Harbour

Originally uploaded by Powerhouse Museum Collection

Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed
The lighthouse top I see?
Is this the hill? is this the kirk?
Is this mine own countree?

We drifted o’er the harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray -
O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep alway.

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Palm trees along the road, vicinity of Christiansted, Saint Croix, Virgin Islands (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek
Like a meadow-gale of spring -
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.

Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,
Yet she sailed softly too:
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze -
On me alone it blew.

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Tree stripped by Geneva, N.Y. cyclone (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread.
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

But soon there breathed a wind on me,
Nor sound nor motion made:
Its path was not upon the sea,
In ripple or in shade.

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Dead German corporal

Originally uploaded by Nationaal Archief


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 now this spell was snapt: once more
I viewed the ocean green,
And looked far forth, yet little saw
Of what had else been seen -

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Almost every bay of the communication sap from Pear trench to Hamel Village contained dead bodies of the enemy

Originally uploaded by National Media Museum


I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather:
‘Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high;
The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fized on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

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The remains of a massive star that exploded, perhaps being witnessed by Chinese astronomers in 386 A.D.

Originally uploaded by Smithsonian Institution


(first voice)

‘But why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?’

(second voice)

‘The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.

Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high!
Or we shall be belated:
For slow and slow that ship will go,
When the Mariner’s trance is abated.’

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Igreja da Misericórdia de Arouca, Portugal

Originally uploaded by Biblioteca de Arte-Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian


PART THE SIXTH

(first voice)

“‘But tell me, tell me! Speak again,
Thy soft response renewing -
What makes that ship drive on so fast?
What is the ocean doing?’

(second voice)

‘Still as a slave before his lord,
The ocean hath no blast;
His great bright eye most silently
Up to the Moon is cast -

If he may know which way to go;
For she guides him smooth or grim.
See, brother, see! how graciously
She looketh down on him.’

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Untitled

Originally uploaded by Smithsonian Institution


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.’

The other was a softer voice,
As soft as honeydew:
Quoth he, ‘The man hath penance done,
And penance more will do.’ “

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Man with a female spirit

Originally uploaded by National Media Museum


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.

‘Is it he?’ quoth one, ‘Is this the man?
By him who died on the cross,
Which his cruel bow he laid full low
The harmless Albatross.”

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Trans-Atlantic power-boat DETROIT (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fixed her to the ocean:
But in a minute she ‘gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion -
Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.

Then, like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.

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Fast to a floe under Cape Prescott, Franklin Pierce Bay

Originally uploaded by National Maritime Museum

Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.

Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.
The sails at noon left off their rune,
And the ship stood still also.

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Mosman Bay Falls

Originally uploaded by Powerhouse Museum Collection


And now ’twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel’s song,
That makes the heavens be mute.

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.

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Ice sailing (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress


Around, around, flew each sweet sound.
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 skylark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!

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Women’s team, Coffs Harbour Jetty Surf Life Saving Club

Originally uploaded by State Library of New South Wales


“I fear thee ancient Mariner!”
“Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest!
‘Twas not these souls that fled in pain,
Which to their corses came again,
But a troop of spirits blest:

For when it dawned – they dropt their arms,
And clustered round the mast;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths,
And from their bodies passed.