I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand.

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.

The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.

An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you don't watch out.

She said to her, 'Grandmother, what great arms you have!' 'That's to embrace you the better, my child.' 'Grandmother, what great legs you have!' 'That's to run…

Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die.