Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion... - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

"Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean."

"Day after day, day after day,We stuck, nor breath nor motion;As idle as a painted shipUpon a painted ocean."

"Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony."

"Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns."

"Water, water, everywhere,And all the boards did shrink;Water, water, everywhere,Nor any drop to drink."