ABSTRACT
The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere,
It is an ancyent Marinere, And he stoppeth one of three: “By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye “Now wherefore stoppest me?
“The Bridegroom’s doors are open’d wide “And I am next of kin; “The Guests are met, the Feast is set,— “May’st hear the merry din.—
But still he holds the wedding-guestThere was a Ship, quoth he-10 “Nay, if thou’st got a laughsome tale, “Marinere! come with me.”
