And ice, mast-high, came floating by, / As green as emerald.

And all should cry, Beware! Beware! / His flashing eyes, his floating hair! / Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise.

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, whatever stirs this mortal frame, all are but ministers of love, and feed his sacred flame.

The ice was here, the ice was there, / The ice was all around; / It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, / Like noises in a swound!

I fear thee, ancient Mariner! / I fear thy skinny hand!

I counted two and seventy stenches, / All well defined, and several stinks!

I have seen gross intolerance shown in support of tolerance

In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column; / In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

I pass, like night, from land to land; / I have strange power of speech.

The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, / The furrow followed free; / We were the first that ever burst / Into that silent sea.