Rime of the ancient mariner Quotes

“Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.”

“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.”

“He prayeth best who loveth best, all things both great and small.”

“Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.”

“The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.”

“He went like one that hath been stunn’d, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.”

“An orphans curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! How more horrible that that Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!”

“He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”

“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.”

“Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.”

“The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.”

“Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.”

“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.”

“Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.”

“Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.”

“I look’d to Heav’n, and try’d to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.”

“The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.”

“Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.”

“He went like one that hath been stunn’d, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.”

“Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.”

“About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch’s oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white”

“Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.”

“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.”

“He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”

“Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man’s blood with cold.”

“The fair breeze blew, The white foam flew, And the forrow followed free. We were the first to ever burst into the silent sea.”

“An orphans curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! How more horrible that that Is the curse in a dead man’s eye!”

“Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.”

“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.”

“Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.”

“Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns.”

“Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.”

“He prayeth best who loveth best, all things both great and small.”