He despise th the creatures of the calm
��And envieth that they should live, and so many he dead.
��SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
I look'd upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I look'd upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay.
I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
I closed my lids, and kept them close,
And the balls like pulses beat*;
But the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,
Lay like a load on my weary eye,
And the dead were at my feet.
��But the curse The cold sweat melted from their limbs,
liveth for him XT i j j i.
m the eye of the Nor rot nor reek did they:
dead men
��Had never pass'd away.
An orphan's curse would drag to hell
A spirit from on high;
But oh 1 more horrible than that
Is the curse in a dead man's eye'
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse,
And yet I could not die.
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