Crime Quote
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Type of crime text He prayeth well, who loveth well/ Both man and bird and beast.
To him my tale I teach
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Land to land
With a woeful agony which forced me to begin my tale.
Setting The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared
Below the kirk… below the lighthouse top
Glimmered the white moonshine
Vespers nine
The silence of the sea
Water, like a witch’s oils/ burnt green and blue and white
The ice… cracked and growled
This Hermit good lives in the wood
Criminal It is an ancient Mariner
What manner of man art thou?
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood
A thousand thousand slimy things lived on; and so did I
Crime With my cross-bow/ I shot the Albatross
There is no climate or element without one or more
As if it had been a Christian soul/ We hailed it in God's name.
Inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen
Motive With my cross-bow/ I shot the Albatross
Guilt and Remorse A woeful agony
Done a hellish thing
Victim Pious bird of good omen
Every day, for food or play/ Came to the mariner’s hollo!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood
In mist or cloud it perched for vespers nine
Listens like a three years’ child: the Mariner hath his will
Accusation Ah wretch! said they
‘Twas right, said they
Detective/ Detection In dreams assured were … the Spirit that plagued us so
of criminal Nine fathom deep
Punishment Alone, alone, all, all alone
Seven days, seven nights… and yet I could not die
Water, water, every where; Nor any drop to drink
We could not speak
Her skin was white as leprosy
They fled to bliss or woe!
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Type of crime text He prayeth well, who loveth well/ Both man and bird and beast.
To him my tale I teach
A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Land to land
With a woeful agony which forced me to begin my tale.
Setting The bridegroom’s doors are opened wide
The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared
Below the kirk… below the lighthouse top
Glimmered the white moonshine
Vespers nine
The silence of the sea
Water, like a witch’s oils/ burnt green and blue and white
The ice… cracked and growled
This Hermit good lives in the wood
Criminal It is an ancient Mariner
What manner of man art thou?
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood
A thousand thousand slimy things lived on; and so did I
Crime With my cross-bow/ I shot the Albatross
There is no climate or element without one or more
As if it had been a Christian soul/ We hailed it in God's name.
Inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen
Motive With my cross-bow/ I shot the Albatross
Guilt and Remorse A woeful agony
Done a hellish thing
Victim Pious bird of good omen
Every day, for food or play/ Came to the mariner’s hollo!
I bit my arm, I sucked the blood
In mist or cloud it perched for vespers nine
Listens like a three years’ child: the Mariner hath his will
Accusation Ah wretch! said they
‘Twas right, said they
Detective/ Detection In dreams assured were … the Spirit that plagued us so
of criminal Nine fathom deep
Punishment Alone, alone, all, all alone
Seven days, seven nights… and yet I could not die
Water, water, every where; Nor any drop to drink
We could not speak
Her skin was white as leprosy
They fled to bliss or woe!
