THE RIME OF THE ANCYENT MARINERE-4
IV.
quot;I fear t Marinere!
quot;I fear thy skinny hand;
quot;And t long and lank and brown
quot;As is the ribbd Sea-sand.
quot;I fear ttering eye
quot;And t;--
Fear not, fear not, t!
t not down.
Alone, alone, all all alone
Alone on the wide wide Sea;
And C ake no pity on
My soul in agony.
tiful,
And they all dead did lie!
And a million million slimy things
Livd on--and so did I.
I lookd upon tting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I lookd upon tch deck,
And the dead men lay.
I lookd to ryd to pray;
But or ever a prayer ,
A wicked whisper came and made
My as dry as dust.
I closd my lids and kept them close,
till t;
For the sky
Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And t my feet.
t melted from their limbs,
Ne rot, ne reek did they;
they lookd on me,
had never passd away.
An orpo hell
A spirit from on high:
But O! more
Is the curse in a dead mans eye!
Seven days, seven nig curse
And yet I could not die.
t up the sky
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up
And a star or two beside--
ry main
Like morning frosts yspread;
But whe ships huge shadow lay,
ter burnt alway
A still and awful red.
Beyond the ship
I cer-snakes:
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