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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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 — Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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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.

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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