Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!

In his poem Rime of the Ancient Mariner (sic), Coleridge allegorically described the waking nightmare of the Mariner as one beset by the cold and crushing sounds of a world of ice.

In Part III, Dudley Dickerson shares a similar experience.

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