The souls did from their bodies fly, -
They fled to bliss or woe!
And every soul it passed me by
Like the whizz of my crossbow!"
Coleridge again links the killing of the Albatross to the predicament the mariner finds himself in. Indeed, the way the sailormen’s dying is portrayed here, the mariner might as well have killed them himself, since it is his action that has brought their downfall. Doré again captures this realization aptly by portraying the mariner in utter agony.
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