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And she is far liker Death than he Her flesh makes the still air cold. (189-90) | to discussion | |
to poem | How a ship, having passed the line, was driven by storms to the cold country towards the South Pole, and how from thence she made her course to the tropical latitude of the great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell, and in what manner the ancyent marinere came back to his own country. | to discussion |
How a Ship, having first sailed to the Equator, was driven by Storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; how the Ancient Mariner cruelly and in contempt of the laws of hospitality killed a Sea-bird and how he was followed by many and strange Judgements: and in what manner he came back to his own Country. | to discussion | |
it is sometimes good to contemplate in the mind, as in a picture, the image of a greater and better world. | to discussion | |
to poem | And a good south wind sprung up behind; (71). | to discussion |
to poem | "God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! -- Why look'st thou so?" -- With my cross bow I shot the Albatross. (79-82) | to discussion |
to poem | As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean. (117-8) | to discussion |
to poem | And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,
(Heaven's Mother send us grace!) As if through a dungeon grate he peered With broad and burning face. (177-80) | to discussion |
to poem | Each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
And cursed me with his eye. (214-5) | to discussion |
to poem | to bliss or woe
(221) | to discussion |
to poem | And every soul, it passed me by,
Like the whizz of my cross-bow! (222-3) | to discussion |
to poem | Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding Guest!
This body dropt not down. (230-1) | to discussion |
to poem | Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea! (232-3) | to discussion |
to poem | And a thousand thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I. (238-9) | to discussion |
to poem | A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust. (246-7) | to discussion |
to poem | And the dead were at my feet.
The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. (252-6) | to discussion |
to poem | 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. (257-62) | to discussion |
to poem | the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward
(gloss: 263) The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide: (263-4) | to discussion |
to poem | my kind saint
(286) | to discussion |
to poem | In the leafy month of June
(370) | to discussion |
to poem | And looked far forth yet little saw
Of what had else been seen -- Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. (440-51) | to discussion |
to poem | What manner of man art thou?
(577) | to discussion |
to poem | Since then, at an uncertain hour,
That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. (582-5) | to discussion |
to poem | God himself
Scarce seeméd there to be (599-600) | to discussion |
to poem | With a goodly company!
(604) | to discussion |
to poem | He prayeth best, who loveth best
All things both great and small; (614-5) | to discussion 1 to discussion 2 |
to poem | For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all. (616-7) | to discussion 1 to discussion 2 |
Document created Friday, September 6, 1996