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- Herausgeber: Musaicum Books
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Illustrated)' is a captivating narrative poem that delves into themes of guilt, redemption, nature, and the supernatural. Coleridge's use of vivid imagery and symbolism creates a haunting atmosphere that draws readers into the tale of a mariner's curse and his journey towards spiritual enlightenment. Written in the Romantic era, this work showcases Coleridge's lyrical prowess and exploration of the human experience in the face of adversity. The illustrations included in this edition enhance the reader's visual experience and bring an additional layer of depth to the poem. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a prominent figure in English Romantic literature, drew inspiration from his own struggles with addiction and personal turmoil to create 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.' As a poet and philosopher, Coleridge's work reflects his deep introspection and keen insight into the human condition. His ability to blend the supernatural with the mundane ensures that his writing remains timeless and thought-provoking. I highly recommend 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Illustrated)' to any reader interested in poetry, the Romantic era, or themes of redemption and nature. Coleridge's masterful storytelling and rich symbolism make this a classic work worth exploring.
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Illustrated)
Table of Contents
Part the First.
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.”
Wherefore stopp'st thou me?
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.
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 chuse 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 light-house 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.
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 he beat his breast, Yet he cannot chuse 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 south along.
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.
