Quote #49

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 she, Who thicks man's blood with cold.

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  1. I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!
  2. 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
  3. About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.
  4. 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.
  5. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
  6. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!
  7. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
  8. The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.

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