The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp’st thou me? The Bridegroom’s doors are opened
Mary Of Magdala James Edwin Campbell Poor harlot, Mary Magdalene, Into the feast with trembling crept, Past frowns that stabbed her with their hate And falling at His feet she wept. Self-righteous Simon spurned her there<br