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And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.


"And now the storm-blast came, and he The ship drawn

л-,т , by a storm to

Was tyrannous and strong: ward the south

He struck with his o'ertaking wings, vole.

And chased us south along.

"With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,


The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.

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