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The Pale Usher
13:33
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Who thundering comes on blackest steed
With slacken’d bit and hoof of speed?
Beneath the clattering iron’s sound
The cavern’d echoes wake around
The foam that streaks the courser’s side
Seems gather’d from the ocean-tide
Though weary waves are sunk to rest
There’s none within his rider’s breast
-Excerpts from "The Giaour" by Lord Byron
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Call Me Ishmael
10:52
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Alone, alone, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.
The many men, so beautiful!
And they all dead did lie:
And all the thousand slimy things
Lived on; and so did I.
I looked upon the rotting sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I looked upon the rotting deck,
And there the dead men lay.
I looked to heaven, and tried to pray;
But or ever a prayer had gusht,
A wicked whisper came, and made
My heart as dry as dust.
The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
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!
The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside—
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose,
Nor spake, nor moved their eyes;
It had been strange, even in a dream,
To have seen those dead men rise.
-Adapted from "Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Abaia
27:00
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Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber
Past the wan-mooned abysses of night
I have lived o'er my lives without number
I have sounded all things with my sight
And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright
I have whirled with the earth at the dawning
When the sky was a vaporous flame
I have seen the dark universe yawning
Where the black planets roll without aim
I had drifted o'er seas without ending
Under sinister grey-clouded skies
That the many-forked lightning is rending
That resound with hysterical cries
With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise
I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace
I have trod its untenanted hall
Where the moon rising up from the valleys
Shows the tapestried things on the wall
I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
The jewel-decked throne by the Nile
I was old in those epochs uncounted
When I, and I only, was vile
Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
And great is the reach of its doom;
Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
Nor can respite be found in the tomb
-Adapted from "Nemesis" from H.P. Lovecraft
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