she won Hornblower’s grudging approval of an ungainly poem called “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,” although he maintained sturdily, in the last ditch, that its only merit lay in its content, and that it would have been infinitely better had Pope dealt with the theme in heroic couplets—especially if Pope had been assisted by someone who knew more about navigation and seamanship than did this Coleridge fellow.
