Quote #51
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.
More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
- We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!
- 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…
- The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
- I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail!
- Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
- About, about, in reel and rout The death fires danced at night.
- I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand.