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

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ro:Ja~S OJ' UlAOUU.'I'IOlf .&.1fD J'Ua't, 109

"Stunn'd by that loud and dreadful eound,
Which akr and ocean emote,
Like one that hat.b been aeven dayt drun'd
My body l.r.y atloat ;
:But swift u dNama, myaelf I found
Within the Pilot's boat.


(^11) Upon the whirl, where aunk the ahip,
The boat apun r ou.nd and round ;
And a ll waa atill, aava that th e hill
Wu telling of the sound.



  • I moved my lips-the Pilot abriek'd
    And fell down in a fit ;
    Tbe holy Hermit raised hia e1ea,
    And pray'd where he did aat.


"I took the oan: the Pilot.'a boy,
Who now doth crazy go,
Iat.ogh'd loud and long, a.nd all the while
Ria eyea went to and fro.
c ~ ba! ' quoth he, • full plain I aee
'Uae devil knows how to row.'


(^11) And now, all in my own countree,
1 stood on the firm land I
The Hermit stepp'd forth from t~e boat,
And scarcely he could staud.
"' 0 abrieve me, shrieve me, holy man I '
The Hermit croas'd hia br~w.
'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee ur-
What mauner of mau art thou 1'
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Forthwith thia fram-e of mine waa wrench'!
With " woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale ;
A.nd then it. len me free.
" Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returna :
And till my gha.stly tale is told,
Tbia heart within me burna.
"I pus, like night, from land to land 1
1 have atrange power of speech;
That moment that his face I see,
I know the mnn tbat must hear me :
To him my tale I teach.

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