In the canon
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1798
- Pages
- Pages 25
A wild-eyed old sailor stops a wedding guest and confesses how he shot an albatross, doomed his ship and crew, and must wander the earth telling the tale until the weight lifts.
Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink.
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