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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
by
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Themes: All Themes
Themes: Sin and Penance
Themes: The Power of Prayer
Themes: Mystery and the Supernatural
Themes: Redemption
Themes: Nature
Themes: Guilt
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"A Sadder And A Wiser Man, He Rose The Morrow Morn"
"He Prayeth Best, Who Loveth Best"
"Now Wherefore Stoppest Thou Me?"
"Oh Sleep! It Is A Gentle Thing"
"The Nightmare Life-in-Death Was She"
"Water, Water, Everywhere"
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Symbolism
The Albatross
Water Snakes
Death
The Ship
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Alliteration
Repetition
Simile
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Internal Rhyme
Oxymoron
Personification
Framing Device
Plot
Albatross
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Part 3
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Part 5
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I Fear Thee, Ancient Mariner! I Fear Thy Skinny Hand! and Thou Art Long, and Lank, and Brown, as is the Ribbed Sea-sand.
The Fair Breeze Blew, the White Foam Flew, the Furrow Followed Free; We Were the First That Ever Burst Into That Silent Sea
The Bright-eyed Mariner
He Prayeth Best, Who Loveth Best All Things Both Great and Small; for the Dear God Who Loveth Us, He Made and Loveth All.
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! nor Dim nor Red, Like God's Own Head, the Glorious Sun Up
Water, Water, Every Where, nor Any Drop to Drink
Since Then, at an Uncertain Hour, That Agony Returns: and Till My Ghastly Tale is Told, This Heart Within Me Burns. I Pass, Like Night, from Land to Land; I Have Strange Power of Speech; That Moment That His Face I See, I Know the Man That Must Hear Me: T
Themes
Redemption
Supernatural
Guilt
Nature
Fear
Characters
The Mariner
The Wedding Guest
Style
Archaic Language
Narrative Perspective
Framing Device
Third Person
Genre
Ballad
Authorship
Samuel Taylor Coleridge