Quote #55
I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand.
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- 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.
- The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
- We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip!
- 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…
- 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.
- The moving Moon went up the sky, And no where did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.