Description

Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s notebook (number 11) includes an ink draft, apparently jotted down in October 1806, of a short section of his poem The Ancient Mariner (lines 201-12, 1817 text). 

The lines in Coleridge’s notebook read as follows: 

With never a whisper in the main
Off shot the spectre ship:
And stifled words & groans of pain
Mix’d on each {murmuring / trembling} lip
[And] We look’d round & we look’d up
And Fear at our hearts as at a Cup
The Life-blood seem’d to sip
The Sky was dull & dark the Night,
The Helmsman’s Face by his lamp gleam’d bright,
From the Sails the Dews did drip
Till rose clomb above the Eastern Bar
The horned moon, with one bright Star
Within its nether Tip.
One after one, by the star-dogg’d moon, etc.

The lines 'And stifled words & groans of pain / Mix’d on each {murmuring / trembling} lip' are not used, thus avoiding a triple use of ‘groan’, which appears in each of the two following stanzas.

Transcript

Sic perit Ingenium,
Ingenii (aliter Genii) ni
pignora vitam Perpetuam
statuant –
======================================

With never a whisper in the main
Off shot the spectre ship:
And stifled words & groans of pain
Mix’d on each trembling ^ murmering lip,
^ And We look’d round & we look’d up
And Fear at our hearts as at a cup
The Life-blood seem’d to sip
The Sky was dull & dark the Night,
The Helmsman’s Face by his lamp gleam’d bright,
From the sails the Dews did drip,
Till rose ^clomb above the Eastern Bar
The horned moon, with one bright Star
Within its nether Tip.
One after one, by the star-dogg’d moon.
                                                     3c -

                                                              8
                                                              5


  1. Transcript

    Sic perit Ingenium,
    Ingenii (aliter Genii) ni
    pignora vitam Perpetuam
    statuant –
    ======================================

    With never a whisper in the main
    Off shot the spectre ship:
    And stifled words & groans of pain
    Mix’d on each trembling ^ murmering lip,
    ^ And We look’d round & we look’d up
    And Fear at our hearts as at a cup
    The Life-blood seem’d to sip
    The Sky was dull & dark the Night,
    The Helmsman’s Face by his lamp gleam’d bright,
    From the sails the Dews did drip,
    Till rose ^clomb above the Eastern Bar
    The horned moon, with one bright Star
    Within its nether Tip.
    One after one, by the star-dogg’d moon.
                                                         3c -

                                                                  8
                                                                  5