The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

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

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, seven nights, I saw tha…

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

It was close; but that's the way it is in war. You win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.

A brackish reach of shoal off Madaket-- The sea was still breaking violently and night Had steamed into our North Atlantic Fleet, When the drowned sailor clutc…

This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead That sparkled so the day I saw it first, And darkened slowly after. I am she Who loves all beauty - yet I wither it.