LITERATURE



= 1. ESSAYS: CLEAN WATER, USE IT WISELY! SECONDARY EDUCATION =

** SLOVAKIAN ESSAYS **
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DANISH ESSAYS

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= 2. POEMS ABOUT WATER ! PRIMARY EDUCATION =

** SPANISH POEMS **
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** SLOVENIAN POEMS **
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** SLOVAKIAN POEMS **
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** ITALIAN POEMS **
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** BRITISH POEMS **
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** DANISH POEMS **
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BELGIAN POEMS
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= 3. “THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER” BY SAMUEL COLERIDGE. =

And all the boards did shrink ; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, 

And some in dreams assuréd were Of the Spirit that plagued us so ; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.

An albatross appears and leads them out of the Antarctic, but even as the albatross is praised by the ship's crew, the Mariner shoots the bird. The crew is angry with the Mariner, believing the albatross brought the South Wind that led them out of the Antarctic. However, the sailors change their minds again and blame the Mariner for the torment of their thirst. In anger, the crew forces the Mariner to wear the dead albatross about his neck. He must suffer from killing it, or perhaps as a sign of regret. The ship encounters a ghostly vessel. On board are Death (a skeleton) and the "Night-mare Life-in-Death" (a deathly-pale woman), who are playing dice for the souls of the crew. With a roll of the dice, Death wins the lives of the crew members and Life-in-Death the life of the Mariner.

A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : It plunged and tacked and veered.

With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! And cried, A sail ! a sail !

Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those //her// sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ?

Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ?

lips were red, //her// looks were free,

Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.

One by one all of the crew members die, but the Mariner lives on, seeing for seven days and nights the curse in the eyes of the crew's corpses.

We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steerman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip-- Till clomb above the eastern bar hornéd Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.

Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one.

They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow !

BLUE: FEMALE VOICE

GREEN: SUMMARY BETWEEN FEMALE VOICES

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[|THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER (WIKIPEDIA)]