The wedding guest once again beat his breast. The dead sailors, who miraculously did not rot, continued to curse him with their open eyes. The ship was sitting between them and the sun. With a roll of the dice, Death wins the lives of the crew members and Life-in-Death the life of the mariner, a prize she considers more valuable. Soon it was dark all around.
Their souls whizz by the Mariner like shots from his cross-bow, but he alone is left alive to face whatever penance is demanded of him in his trials. Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs, Upon the slimy sea. That ever this should be! And is that Woman all her crew? The night was thick with the dark. As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face. The sun sets and the skeleton ship departs. The Albatross would be present throughout the day on the Ship and in the night the Moon-shine would glimmer through the white fog.
The Mariner recalls that the voyage quickly darkened, as a giant storm rose up in the sea and chased the ship southward. In contrast, by using bricks as its layout, the Song of the Sea shows that interactions with the miraculous can have constructive results. The storm that drives the ship south is compared metaphorically to some kind of winged predator on the hunt. I mariner also pointed out that it was something divine. Then one by one, all two hundred Sailors drop down dead and thump to the deck. GradeSaver, 24 June 2006 Web. The mariner continues recounting his story.
But one day, gazing westward, the Mariner saw a tiny speck on the horizon. The ship was in the ocean and there was water everywhere to the farthest reaches of the horizon. As if through a dungeon-grate he peered With broad and burning face. It came closer and closer all the time. The mariner here conveys this experience. The ship was progressing further day after day until the weather turned and the ship was caught in a storm. Eventually, the ship encounters a ghostly hulk.
Adds to confusion of sailors. Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. Yet the Poem contains many delicate touches of passion, and indeed the passion is every where true to nature, a great number of the stanzas present beautiful images, and are expressed with unusual felicity of language; and the versification, though the metre is itself unfit for long poems, is harmonious and artfully varied, exhibiting the utmost powers of that metre, and every variety of which it is capable. Four times fifty living men, And I heard nor sigh nor groan With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. His spirit is trapped in his own body, in an excruciating state of limbo - the realm of Life-in-Death. I cried she tacks no more! The Deity is not a proactive force in the story; instead the destructive forces of the supernatural move the narrative forward without a clear direction or constructive aim.
One by one, all of the crew members die, but the mariner lives on, seeing for seven days and nights the curse in the eyes of the crew's corpses, whose last expressions remain upon their faces. Though this song uses a narrator and not the voice of the author, the narrator is reliable, since it speaks with the voice of the recollection of numerous witnesses to the events at hand. The mariner continues with his tale. Thus, the formal use of archaisms conveys a thematic perspective: we live in a modern, scientific era; stories of angels at sea could never make sense today. The imagery mentioned in the previous stanza sounds a bit too supernatural but it can be explained as simple hallucinations due to extreme dehydration. Are those her sails that glance in the sun, Like restless gossameres? Further investigation of this topic is beyond the scope of this essay.
PowerPoint Presentation: Science Spirituality Vs. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. But his dream actually comes true: it rains when he wakes up. Just imagine, what would you do if you were going somewhere and some random old man stops you in your way and starts telling you a story? Stanza 9: Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. Literature in its Historical Context Despite their different contexts and different conclusions, the analysis of the two poems in context of each other focuses us on the key incisive differences between them. The ship came near enough for the Ancient Mariner to see who manned it: , embodied in a naked man, and , embodied in a naked woman.
For seven days and seven nights the Mariner endured the sight, and yet he was unable to die. At this point in the story the Mariner abruptly stops his narration. But when the fog lifted soon afterward, the sailors decided that the bird had actually brought not the breezes but the fog; they now congratulated the Mariner on his deed. In the previous part of the poem we had seen that thing were looking good for the ship. There was no potable water on the ship and the sailors were slowly weakened by extreme dehydration.
Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! See 63-66, 76, 141, 399, 508-513. Eventually, this stage of the mariner's curse is lifted after he appreciates the sea creatures swimming in the water. The very deep did rot — Oh Christ! But the Song of the Sea, through its selection of the plural narrator, instead reinforces the notion that true witnesses actually saw it happen; the people really were impacted by something genuinely miraculous and not just a mirage or a dream. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! This distinguishes between the more poetic lines and the lines which, in the present, extol and praise the virtues of the Deity who brought about the great splitting of the sea, and the prosaic ones that move the narrative forward 4-5, 7-10, 12-15. In Biographia Literaria, Coleridge wrote: The thought suggested itself to which of us I do not recollect that a series of poems might be composed of two sorts. The sailors were trapped in their ship on the windless ocean for some time, and eventually became delirious with thirst. The day had almost come to an end.