Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Illustration du poème “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
Illustration of my
favourite poem “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”
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| Le bateau fantôme - The ghostly boat sailing over the ocean |
“A little distance from the
prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the
deck—
Oh, Christ! what saw I there!
Each corse lay flat, lifeless
and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood."
On every corse there stood."
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| Le spectre vengeur de l'albatros - The soul of the slain albatross |
“Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.” |
| Les âmes des défunts hantent le vieux marin - The crew's haunting souls |
“And I had done a hellish
thing,
And it would work 'em woe:
For all averred, I had killed
the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
Ah wretch! said they, the bird
to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!”
“The souls did from their
bodies fly,—
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul, it passed me
by,
Like the whizz of my
cross-bow!”
“I woke, and we were sailing
on
As in a gentle weather:
'Twas night, calm night, the
moon was high;
The dead men stood together.”
“All fixed on me their stony
eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.”
“I saw a third—I heard his
voice:
It is the Hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly
hymns
That he makes in the wood.
He'll shrieve my soul, he'll
wash away
The Albatross's blood.”
