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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798

Form
Form Poem
Difficulty
Difficulty Accessible
Reading time
Reading time 15 minutes
Chapters
Chapters 7
Length
Length 4k words

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Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.

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About the book

For no reason he can ever name, a sailor lifts his crossbow and kills the white bird that had followed the ship through the Antarctic fog, and everything after is the price. The wind dies, the ship hangs as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean, water on every side and not a drop to drink. Coleridge wrote The Rime of the Ancient Mariner in the diction of an old medieval ballad, and it still moves like a fever you cannot wake from. The crew hang the albatross around his neck; then two hundred of them die and leave him alone with the corpses under a staring moon. What finally breaks the curse is not prayer or penance but an involuntary jolt of wonder, the moment he watches the water snakes coil and flash and blesses them without meaning to. And even then the tale is never done: doomed to wander and retell it, he stops a stranger on the way to a wedding, holds him with a glittering eye, and you, reading, cannot leave.

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