February 2012
January 2012
The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere
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by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. `By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: Mayst hear the merry din.’ He holds him with his skinny hand, “There was a ship,” quoth he. `Hold...
