As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it in God's name. (lines 65-66)

With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. (lines 81-82)

Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. (lines 121-122)

Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. (lines 141-142)

Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate? (lines 188-189)

And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my CROSS-BOW! (lines 222-223)

I fear thee, ancient Mariner! (line 224)

The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. (lines 290-291)

Quoth he, "The man hath penance done, And penance more will do." (lines 408-409)

Is this mine own countree! (line 467)

"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" (line 574)

Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns; And till my...