What sights of fine folks he oft row'd in his wherry, 'Twas cleaned out so nice and so painted withall, He always was first oars when the fine city ladies, In a party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxhall. And oft-times would they be giggling and leering, But 'twas all one to Tom their jibing and jeering, For loving or liking he little did care, For this Waterman ne'er was in want of a fare. And yet but to see how strangely things happen, As he row'd along thinking of nothing at all, He was ply'd by a damsel so lovely and charming, That she smil'd, and so straightway in love he did fall. And would this young damsel e'en banish his sorrow, He'd wed her to-night, before even to-morrow, And how should this Waterman ever know care, When he's married and never in want of a fare? THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PART I [Sidenote: An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.] It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 'Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!' Eftsoons his hand dropt he. [Sidenote: The Wedding-Guest is spellbound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale.] He holds him with his glittering eye-- The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. 'The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. [Sidenote: The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line.] The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right, Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon'-- The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. [Sidenote: The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his tale.] The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. [Sidenote: The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.] 'And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along.