In the doldrums

[...]
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
[...]

by S. T. Coleridge
The Rime of the ancient mariner

I used to LOVE reading poetry and imagining how those beautiful foreign words would sound. Now they are not that foreign anymore, but I still would love to hear them coming out of the lips of a "native" ;-)
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