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.
"God save thee, ancient mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!-- Why lookst thou so?" "With my crossbow I shot the albatross.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
ReplyDeleteCincyCat,
ReplyDeleteIs it not amazing how well we remember such lines?
Michael