And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony. The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I. I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.
3. An omen of impending evil.
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But the curse liveth
jor htm in the eye oj
the dead men.
In his loneliness and fixedness he yeaniethtowards the journey
ing Moon, and the
stars that still sojourn, yet still
move onward; and
THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat;
For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky
Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.
Th e coJd sw.a t meltecJ from, their limbs,
Nor rot nor reek did they:
The look with which they looked on me
Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh! more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye!
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside?
everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their mvn natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
By the light of the Moon he beholdeth God's creatures ofthe great calm.
Their beauty and their happiness.
He blesseth them i his heart.
Tlte spell begins to break.
Her beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship,
