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Excerpt:
RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow followed free:
(The trades)
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropped down,
Twas sad as sad could be;
And we did speak only to break
(The doldrums)
The silence of the sea!
All in a hot and copper sky
The bloody Sun, at noon,
(Vicinity of the ITCZ)
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion:
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
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Last updated on 01/05/10 03:25 PM by Zong-Liang Yang |