| Hint | Answer | Extra Info |
|---|
| This Hermit good lives in that wood | |
| How loudly his sweet voice he rears! | |
| That come from a far countree. | |
| He hath a cushion plump: | |
| The rotted old oak-stump. | |
| 'Why this is strange, I trow! | |
| That signal made but now?' | |
| 'And they answered not our cheer! | |
| How thin they are and sere! | |
| Unless perchance it were | |
| My forest-brook along; | |
| And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, | |
| 'Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look— | |
| I am a-feared'—'Push on, push on!' | |
| The boat came closer to the ship, | |
| The boat came close beneath the ship, | |
| Under the water it rumbled on, | |
| It reached the ship, it split the bay; | |
| Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, | |
| Like one that hath been seven days drowned | |
| But swift as dreams, myself I found | |
| Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, | |
| And all was still, save that the hill | |
| I moved my lips—the Pilot shrieked | |
| The holy Hermit raised his eyes, | |
| I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, | |
| Laughed loud and long, and all the while | |
| 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, | |
| And now, all in my own countree, | |
| The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, | |
| 'O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!' | |
| 'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee say— | |
| Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched | |
| Which forced me to begin my tale; | |
| Since then, at an uncertain hour, | |
| And till my ghastly tale is told, | |
| I pass, like night, from land to land; | |
| That moment that his face I see, | |
| To him my tale I teach. | |
| The wedding-guests are there: | |
| And bride-maids singing are: | |
| Which biddeth me to prayer! | |
| Alone on a wide wide sea: | |
| Scarce seemed there to be. | |
| 'Tis sweeter far to me, | |
| With a goodly company!— | |
| And all together pray, | |
| Old men, and babes, and loving friends, | |
| Farewell, farewell! but this I tell | |
| He prayeth well, who loveth well | |
| He prayeth best, who loveth best | |
| For the dear God who loveth us | |
| The Mariner, whose eye is bright, | |
| Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest | |
| He went like one that hath been stunned, | |
| A sadder and a wiser man, | |
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