More from Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  1. The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
  2. I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand.
  3. We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!
  4. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
  5. 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.
  6. The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
  7. 'The game is done! I've won, I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
  8. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, sev…

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