Poetry Break: Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner."
"God save thee, ancient mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why lookst thou so?" "With my crossbow I shot the albatross.
posted by Michael Wade @ 7:30 PM
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Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
CincyCat,
Is it not amazing how well we remember such lines?
Michael
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