Quote #50
'The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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- 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.
- I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!
- We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!
- About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.
- The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
- The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
- Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.