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To be beloved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Pains of Sleep (l. 51-52). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 97-98). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, pt. 4, st. 3 (1798).
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A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware:
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 285-286). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere Nor any drop to drink.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, pt. 2, st. 9 (1798). "And the Albatross begins to be avenged."
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A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 625-626). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet, critic. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, pt. 4, st. 9 (1798).
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He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 615-618). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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The souls did from their bodies fly— They fled to bliss or woe! And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 220-223). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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He holds him with his glittering eye— The Wedding Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), British poet. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (l. 13-16). . . Poems [Samuel Taylor Coleridge]. John Beer, ed. (1993) Everyman.
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