Samuel Taylor Coleridge: differenze tra le versioni

:''<poem>''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.»''

''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.''</poem>''

*''"Venne allora la TEMPESTA; | e fu tirannica e violenta: | ci colpì con le sue ali sorprendenti | e ci cacciò avanti, verso sud''".<br/>
:"And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he | Was tyrannous and strong: | He struck with his o'ertaking wings, | And chased us south along". (Parte I, p. 5)

*''Adesso il sole sorgeva a destra, | sempre nascosto dalla bruma | fuori dal mare spuntava, e a sinistra | si ricalava in mare''.<br/>
:The Sun now rose upon the right: | Out of the sea came he, | Still hid in mist, and on the left | Went down into the sea. (Parte II, p. 10)

*''Anche gli abissi si decomponevano: O Cristo! | Che questo dovesse accaderci! | Viscide cose su zampe si trascinavano | sul viscido mare''.<br/>
:The very deep did rot: O Crist! | That ever this should be! | Yea, slimy things did crawl, with legs | Upon the slimy sea. (Parte II, p. 13)

*''Trascorse il logorìo di giorni e giorni. | Ogni gola riarsa e vitreo ogni occhio. | Il logorìo di giorni e giorni!''<br/>
:There passed a weary time. Each throat | Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! (Parte III, p. 17)

*''L'ombra della dimora di piacere | fluttuando scivolava sulle onde, | ove si udiva la ben commista misura | di fonte e di caverne. | Miracolo di rara perizia, | solatìa dimora dalle caverne di ghiaccio!''<br/>
:The shadow of the dome of pleasure | Floated midway on the waves; | Where was heard the mingled measure | From the fountain and the caves. | It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! (p. 61)

*''Cingetelo d'un triplice cerchio, | serrate gli occhi con sacro terrore, | ch'egli si cibò di rugiada di miele | e bevve il latte del Paradiso''.<br/>
:Weave a circle round him trice, | And close your eyes with holy dread, | For he on honey-dew hath fed, | And drunk the milk of Paradise. (p. 61)