|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|And a good south wind sprung up behind,|
The Albatross did follow,
And every day, for food or play,
Came to the mariners hollo!
God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends that plague thee thus!
Why lookst thou so?With my cross-bow
I shot the Albatross.
ColeridgeAncient Mariner. Pt. I. St. 18.
|Great albatross!the meanest birds|
Spring up and flit away,
While thou must toil to gain a flight,
And spread those pinions grey;
But when they once are fairly poised,
Far oer each chirping thing
Thou sailest wide to other lands,
Een sleeping on the wing.
Chas. G. LelandPerseverando.