The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Название: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems

Автор: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ again, this time on calm, windless waters near the equator, and supplies quite literally dry up: ‘Water, water, every where, / Nor any drop to drink.’ The sailors rightly blame the mariner for his inauspicious murder of the albatross, and hang the bird about his neck as a sign of his disgrace. The arrival of another ship only compounds the horror, manned as it is by Death and Life-in-Death. They kill the crew but the mariner is forced to spend seven days and nights in a waking, raving nightmare. He eventually understands that it is his eternal curse and punishment to travel from ‘land to land’ recounting his ‘ghastly tale’.

      The poem baffled many contemporary readers, and even Wordsworth later wrote that, for all its ‘delicate touches of passion’ and ‘felicity of language’, it nevertheless had ‘great defects’. For an 1817 reprint, in response to criticism that the poem was hard to follow, Coleridge added dozens of marginal notes explaining the plot: ‘The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen.’

      Waking Dreams

      Many of Coleridge’s poems display a visionary quality that borders on the hallucinogenic, and this is no coincidence. He had since his childhood suffered from health troubles whose symptoms were eased by opium, but by adulthood Coleridge had developed a powerful addiction to the drug that would plague the remainder of his life. He famously composed the vividly exotic ‘Kubla Khan’ in a fevered state after waking from an opium dream. This poem, like the supernatural ‘Christabel’, was never completed.

      As he fell further into what he called his ‘accursed habit’ and its attendant depression, Coleridge’s life and work suffered considerably. In 1808, he finally separated from his long-suffering wife, leaving her and their three surviving children in the care of Robert Southey. By 1810 Wordsworth had become so frustrated by Coleridge’s addiction that the two poets fell out, remaining estranged for over a decade.

      Coleridge spent the last eighteen years of his life at the London home of a physician friend, James Gilman, occasionally lecturing on Shakespeare and other poets and repeatedly attempting to give up his opium habit. He died in 1834.

PART I:

       THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER

      PART I

      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?

       An ancient Mariner meeteth three Gallants bidden to a wedding-feast, and detaineth one.

      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.

       The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound 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.

      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.

       The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the line.

      Higher and higher every day,

      Till over the mast at noon—’

      The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,

      For he heard the loud bassoon.

      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 heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his tale.

      The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,

      Yet he cannot choose but hear;

      And thus spake on that ancient man,

      The bright-eyed Mariner.

      ‘And now the Storm-blast came, and he

      Was tyrannous and strong:

      He struck with his o’ertaking wings,

      And chased us south along.

       The ship driven by a storm toward the south pole.

      With sloping masts and dipping prow,

      As who pursued with yell and blow

      Still treads the shadow of his foe,

      And forward bends his head,

      The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,

      And southward aye we fled.

      And now there came both mist and snow,

      And it grew wondrous cold:

      And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

      As green as emerald.

      And through the drifts the snowy clifts

      Did send a dismal sheen:

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