More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
  2. I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!
  3. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
  4. Her 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 s…
  5. As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
  6. 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
  7. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free: We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea.
  8. The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea. Off shot the spectre-bark.

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