A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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l'ODIB ·Ol' lliL6.0~.A.t'ION .A.ND :l'.tU!CY. 103

"They groan'd, they atirt•'d, they all uproee,
Nor ap&ke nor moved their eyes.;
lt had been stra.:uge, even in a dream,
To have seen thoBe dead men rise.
"The helmsman steer'd, the ship moved on;
Yet never a breeze up blew ;
The mariners all 'g11.n work. the ropes,
Where they were wont to do :
They t·aiaed their limbs like lifeless 'tools-
We were a ghastly crew.
"The bo<ly of my brother's son
Stood by 100, knee to ·k~e :
The body and I pnll'd at one rope 1
But be said nought to me."

(^11) I fear thee, ancient Marurer 't"
"Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest,
'Twas not those souls that ii-ed in pAin,
Which to their eoraes cnme ag.U.O,
Bnt a troop of spirits bleat:
(^1) ' For when it dawn 'd-they dropp'd their arru.a,
And cluater'd round the m.aat ;
Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouthl,
And from their bodies plUIS~d.
"Aronnd 1 around, .dew each 1weet soun~
Then darted to t.be Sun ;
Slowly the souode cnme back agaiQ,,
Now mix'.d, now one by one.
"Sometimes a-dropping froltl tbe sky
1 heard the sky-lark Bing ;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seem'd to fill the Bello ana air
With their sweet jargoning!
•• And now 'twas like all inatrurnent.t,
Now like a lonely tlute;
.And now it is an angel'& song,
That makes the heaveW! be mute.
"It cea.aed ; yet a till the eaila made on
.A pleaeant noise 'till noon,
A D0186 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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