The Anthology

“The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.”

“Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.”

“An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.”