Quotes from Coleridge, Samuel Taylor

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

The selfmoment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.

And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

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