Part III

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834) · 1798, text of 1834

common measure · ABCB · 81 lines · from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

There passed a weary time. Each throatWas parched, and glazed each eye.A weary time! a weary time!How glazed each weary eye,When looking westward, I beheldA something in the sky.

At first it seemed a little speck,And then it seemed a mist:It moved and moved, and took at lastA 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.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,We could not laugh nor wail;Through utter drought all dumb we stood!I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,And cried, A sail! a sail!

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,Agape they heard me call:Gramercy! they for joy did grin,And all at once their breath drew in,As they were drinking all.

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!Hither to work us weal;Without a breeze, without a tide,She steadies with upright keel!

The western wave was all a-flameThe day was well nigh done!Almost upon the western waveRested the broad bright Sun;When that strange shape drove suddenlyBetwixt us and the Sun.

And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)As if through a dungeon-grate he peered,With broad and burning face.

Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)How fast she nears and nears!Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,Like restless gossameres!

Are those her ribs through which the SunDid peer, as through a grate?And is that Woman all her crew?Is that a DEATH? and are there two?Is DEATH that woman's mate?

Her lips were red, her looks were free,Her locks were yellow as gold:Her skin was as white as leprosy,The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The naked hulk alongside came,And the twain were casting dice;"The game is done! I've won! I've won!"Quoth she, and whistles thrice.

The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:At one stride comes the dark;With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea.Off shot the spectre-bark.

We listened and looked sideways up!Fear at my heart, as at a cup,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 clombe above the eastern barThe horned Moon, with one bright starWithin the nether tip.

One after one, by the star-dogged MoonToo quick for groan or sigh,Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,And cursed me with his eye.

Four times fifty living men,(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,They dropped down one by one.

The souls did from their bodies fly,--They fled to bliss or woe!And every soul, it passed me by,Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW!

Words in this poem

unslaked a.
Not slaked; unslacked; as, an unslaked thirst; unslaked lime.
agape adv.
Gaping, as with wonder, expectation, or eager attention. [Pref. a- + gape.]
gramercy interj.
A word formerly used to express thankfulness, with surprise; many thanks. [F. grand-merci. See Grand, and Mercy.]
grin n.
A snare; a gin. [AS. grin.]
drove n.
A collection of cattle driven, or cattle collected for driving; a number of animals, as oxen, sheep, or swine, driven in a body. [AS. draf, fr. drifan to drive. See Drive.]
betwixt prep.
In the space which separates; between. [OE. betwix, bitwix, rarely bitwixt, AS. betweox, betweohs, betweoh, betwih; pref. be- by + a form fr. AS. twa two. See Between.]
hulk n.
The body of a ship or decked vessel of any kind; esp., the body of an old vessel laid by as unfit for service. [OE. hulke a heavy ship, AS. hulc a light, swift ship; akin to D. hulk a ship of burden, G. holk, OHG. holcho; perh. fr. LL. holcas, Gr. Wolf, Holcad.]
twain a.
Two;- nearly obsolete in common discourse, but used in poetry and burlesque. [OE. twein, tweien, tweyne, AS. twegen, masc. See Two.]
quoth v. t.
Said; spoke; uttered; -- used only in the first and third persons in the past tenses, and always followed by its nominative, the word or words said being the object; as, quoth I. quoth he. [AS.cweedhan, imp cwæedh, pl. cwædon; akin to OS. queedhan, OHG. quethan, quedan, Icel. kveedha, Goth. qiþan. sq. root22. Cf. Bequeath.]
stride v. t.
To walk with long steps, especially in a measured or pompous manner. [AS. stridan to stride, to strive; akin to LG. striden, OFries. strida to strive, D. strijden to strive, to contend, G. streiten, OHG. stritan; of uncertain orig]
drip v. i.
To fall in drops; as, water drips from the eaves. [Akin to LG. drippen, Dan. dryppe, from a noun. See Drop.]
nether a.
Situated down or below; lying beneath, or in the lower part; having a lower position; belonging to the region below; lower; under; -- opposed to upper. [OE. nethere, neithere, AS. ni, fr. the adv. ni downward; akin to neo below, beneath, D. neder down, G. nieder, Sw. nedre below, nether, a. & adv., and also to S]
cursed a.
Deserving a curse; execrable; hateful; detestable; abominable.
whizz v. i.
To make a humming or hissing sound, like an arrow or ball flying through the air; to fly or move swiftly with a sharp hissing or whistling sound. [Of imitative origin. Whistle, and Hiss.]

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

About this text

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Form and metre

Part III is 81 lines in 18 stanzas. The rhyme scheme is ABCB, complete in 10 of its 18 stanzas. The metre is common measure, measured from the stress the words themselves fix (confidence 90%). 96% of its stressed syllables fall where the metre puts the beat. The lines average 7.4 syllables. 4 lines end on an unstressed syllable, a feminine ending. 12% of the lines run on without a stop at the line end. Rhymes that have moved apart since the poem was written: hear / mariner, follow / hollo.

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Measured by Laurel's pipeline, not copied from a handbook: how stress and metre are counted, how rhyme is lettered, how a drifted rhyme is found. Where the dictionary cannot confirm a rhyme the letter is withheld, not guessed.

Rhyme words, stanza by stanza

The word that ends each line, lettered by the rhyme it makes; a dash is a line whose rhyme the dictionary could not confirm.

  1. 1 -A-A-A throat · eyeA · time · eyeA · beheld · skyA
  2. 2 ABCB speckA · mistB · lastC · wistB
  3. 3 ABCB wistA · nearedB · spriteC · veeredB
  4. 4 -ABBA baked · wailA · stoodB · bloodB · sailA
  5. 5 -ABBA baked · callA · grinB · inB · allA
  6. 6 ABCB moreA · wealB · tideC · keelB
  7. 7 -A-A-A flame · doneA · wave · sunA · suddenly · sunA
  8. 8 ABCB barsA · graceB · peeredC · faceB
  9. 9 ABCB loudA · nearsB · sunC · gossameresB
  10. 10 -ABBA sun · grateA · crewB · twoB · mateA
  11. 11 AB-AB freeA · goldB · leprosy · sheA · coldB
  12. 12 ABCB cameA · diceB · wonC · thriceB
  13. 13 ABCB outA · darkB · seaC · barkB
  14. 14 AA- upA · cupA · sip
  15. 15 AABCCB nightA · whiteA · dripB · barC · starC · tipB
  16. 16 ABCB moonA · sighB · pangC · eyeB
  17. 17 ABCB menA · groanB · lumpC · oneB
  18. 18 ABCB flyA · woeB · byC · bowB
Scansion, line by line

Each line with its syllable count and the stresses the words themselves fix: / stressed, ˘ unstressed, · a syllable the word leaves free and the metre decides. Read against common measure. How this is done.

LineSyl.Stress
There passed a weary time. Each throat8···/˘···
Was parched, and glazed each eye.8··˘··˘··
A weary time! a weary time!8·/˘··/˘·
How glazed each weary eye,7··˘·/˘·
When looking westward, I beheld8·/˘/˘·˘/
A something in the sky.6·/˘···
At first it seemed a little speck,8·····/˘·
And then it seemed a mist:7····˘··
It moved and moved, and took at last8········
A certain shape, I wist.6·/˘···
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!8········
And still it neared and neared:8····˘··˘
As if it dodged a water-sprite,8·····/˘·
It plunged and tacked and veered.8··˘··˘··
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,8··˘/····
We could not laugh nor wail;6······
Through utter drought all dumb we stood!8·/˘·····
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood,8········
And cried, A sail! a sail!6······
With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,8··˘/····
Agape they heard me call:6˘/····
Gramercy! they for joy did grin,8˘/˘·····
And all at once their breath drew in,8········
As they were drinking all.6···/˘·
See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more!8········
Hither to work us weal;6/˘····
Without a breeze, without a tide,8········
She steadies with upright keel!7·/˘·˘/·
The western wave was all a-flame8·/˘·····
The day was well nigh done!6······
Almost upon the western wave8/····/˘·
Rested the broad bright Sun;6/˘····
When that strange shape drove suddenly8·····/˘˘
Betwixt us and the Sun.6˘/····
And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,8········
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)7/˘/˘···
As if through a dungeon-grate he peered,9····/˘···
With broad and burning face.6···/˘·
Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)9˘/·······
How fast she nears and nears!6······
Are those her sails that glance in the Sun,9·········
Like restless gossameres!6·/˘/˘˘
Are those her ribs through which the Sun8········
Did peer, as through a grate?6······
And is that Woman all her crew?8···/˘···
Is that a DEATH? and are there two?8········
Is DEATH that woman's mate?6···/˘·
Her lips were red, her looks were free,8········
Her locks were yellow as gold:7···/˘··
Her skin was as white as leprosy,9······/˘˘
The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,8········
Who thicks man's blood with cold.6······
The naked hulk alongside came,8·/˘·˘//·
And the twain were casting dice;7····/˘·
"The game is done! I've won! I've won!"8········
Quoth she, and whistles thrice.6···/˘·
The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:8········
At one stride comes the dark;6······
With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea.8···/˘···
Off shot the spectre-bark.6···/˘·
We listened and looked sideways up!8·/˘··/··
Fear at my heart, as at a cup,8········
My life-blood seemed to sip!7····˘··
The stars were dim, and thick the night,8········
The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white;9·········
From the sails the dew did drip--7·······
Till clombe above the eastern bar8·····/˘·
The horned Moon, with one bright star8··˘·····
Within the nether tip.6···/˘·
One after one, by the star-dogged Moon9·········
Too quick for groan or sigh,6······
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,9······/˘·
And cursed me with his eye.7··˘····
Four times fifty living men,7··/˘/˘·
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)7·······
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,8·/˘··/˘·
They dropped down one by one.7··˘····
The souls did from their bodies fly,--8·····/˘·
They fled to bliss or woe!6······
And every soul, it passed me by,8·/˘·····
Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW!7·······
Notes from the edition 21

Marginal gloss by Coleridge (1817); notes by Frederick H. Sykes, Coleridge's Ancient Mariner and Select Poems (Scribner, c. 1908).

  1. Stanza 1 Gloss: The ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element afar off.
  2. Stanza 2, line 4 I wist. "Wist" is properly the past tense of an old verb "wit," to know. But Coleridge seems to use "I wist" here as equivalent to "I wis" (see "Christabel," l. 92), which is a form of "iwis," an adverb meaning "certainly."
  3. Stanza 4, line 1 with throats unslaked, etc. A remarkable instance of onomatopoeia.
  4. Stanza 5 Gloss: At its nearer approach, it seemeth him to be a ship; and at a dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst.
  5. Stanza 5, line 3 gramercy. An exclamation, meaning originally "much thanks" (Old French grand merci), and so used by Shakespeare ("Merchant of Venice" II., 2, 128, "Richard III" III., 2, 108). But in the ballads it is often a mere exclamation of wonder and surprise, and so Coleridge uses it here,--grin. Coleridge says ("Table Talk" May 31, 1830): "I took the thought of 'grinning for joy' from my companion's remark to me, when we had climbed to the top of Plinlimmon [in Wales, in the summer of 1794], and were nearly dead with thirst. We could not speak from the constriction, till we found a little puddle under a stone. He said to me: 'You grinned like an idiot.' He had done the same." To "grin" was originally to snarl and show the teeth as animals do when angry. "They go to and fro in the evening: they grin like a dog, and run about through the city," Ps. LIX., 6, Prayer-Book Version, where the King James Version has "make a noise like a dog." Hence idiots, stupid people, foolish people, all who are or who demean themselves below the dignity of man, grin rather than smile; and so the Mariner's companions, their muscles stiffened by drought, could show their gladness only by the contortions …
  6. Stanza 6 Gloss: And horror follows. For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or tide?
  7. Stanza 6, line 3 Without a breeze, without a tide. The Phantom Ship is a wide-spread sailor's superstition that has been often used in the romantic literature of the nineteenth century. See Scott's "Rokeby," Canto II. xi; Marryat's "Phantom Ship;" Poe's "MS. Found in a Bottle;" and Longfellow's "Ballad of Carmilhan" (in "Tales of a Wayside Inn," Second Day). It is seen in storms, driving by with all sails set, and is generally held to be an omen of disaster. Coleridge has shaped the legend to his own purposes. The ship appears in a calm, not in a storm, and sailing without, rather than against, wind and tide; and instead of a crew of dead men it carries only Death and Life-in-Death. Possibly he was acquainted with a form of the legend found in Bechstein's Deutsches Sagenbuch (pointed out by Dr. Sykes), in which "Falkenberg, for murder of his brother, is condemned to sail a spectral bark, attended only by his good and his evil spirit, who play dice for his soul."
  8. Stanza 8 Gloss: It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship.
  9. Stanza 10 Gloss: And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The Spectre-Woman and her Deathmate, and no other on board the skeleton-ship.
  10. Stanza 10, line 1 Are those her ribs, etc. Instead of this stanza the first edition had these two:

    "Are those her naked ribs, which fleck'd The sun that did behind them peer? And are those two all, all the crew, That woman and her fleshless Pheere?

    "His bones are black with many a crack, All black and bare, I ween; Jet-black and bare, save where with rust Of mouldy damps and charnel crust They're patch'd with purple and green"

    And again after line 198 the first edition had this stanza:

    "A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled thro' his bones; Thro' the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth Half-whistles and half-groans."

    But this crude grotesquerie of horror--quite in the taste of that day, the day of "Monk" Lewis and Mrs. Radcliffe--Coleridge's finer poetical judgment soon rejected.
  11. Stanza 11 Gloss: Like vessel, like crew!
  12. Stanza 11, line 1 Her lips were red, etc. Life-in-Death--who wins the Mariner, while Death wins his shipmates--is conceived as a witch, something after the fashion of Geraldine in "Christabel" or Duessa in "The Faerie Queene," but wilder, stranger than either; a thing of startling and evil beauty. Spenser's pages of description, however, give no such vivid image of loathsome loveliness as do the first three lines of this stanza. "Her skin was as white as leprosy" is a feat in suggestion.
  13. Stanza 12 Gloss: Death and Life-in-Death have diced for the ship's crew, and she (the latter) winneth the ancient Mariner.
  14. Stanza 13 Gloss: No twilight within the courts of the Sun.
  15. Stanza 13, line 1 within the courts of the Sun. Between the tropics of Cancer and Capricorn.
  16. Stanza 14 Gloss: At the rising of the moon.
  17. Stanza 15, line 5 with one bright star Within the nether tip. An interesting case of poetical illusion. No one, of course, ever saw a star within the tip of the horned moon. Yet a good many readers, until reminded of their astronomy, think they have seen this phenomenon. Coleridge apparently knew that the human mind would receive it as experience. The phrase is no slip on his part; the earlier editions had instead "almost atween the tips," which is astronomically justifiable, but in "Sibylline Leaves" and later he wrote it as in the text.
  18. Stanza 16 Gloss: One after another,
  19. Stanza 17 Gloss: His shipmates drop down dead.
  20. Stanza 18 Gloss: But Life-in-Death begins her work on the ancient Mariner.
  21. Stanza 18, line 3 And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow! It was an ancient belief, imaginatively revived by romantic poets, that when a person died his soul could be seen, or heard, or both, as it left the body, Cf. Keats's "Eve of St. Agnes," first stanza; Rossetti's "Sister Helen;" and Kipling's "Danny Deever."

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