"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! —
Why look'st thou so?" — "With my crossbow I shot the Albatross."


The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, I, st. 20


God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so? — With my crossbow I shot the Albatross.

God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so? — With my crossbow I shot the Albatross.

God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so? — With my crossbow I shot the Albatross.

God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — Why look'st thou so? — With my crossbow I shot the Albatross.