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"God save thee, ancient Mariner!

From the fiends, that plague thee thus !—

The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the

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"The Sun now rose upon the right:
Out of the sea came he,
Still hid in mist, and on the eft
Went down into the sea.

"And the good south wind still blew behind,
But no sweet bird did follow,
Nor any day for food or play
Came to the mariners' hollo!

"And I had done a hellish thing,

And it would work 'em woe:

For all averred, I had killed the bird

That made the breeze to blow.

* Ah wretch!' said they, 'the bird to slay,

That made the breeze to blow!'

His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck.

"Nor dim nor red, like God's own head,

The glorious Sun uprist:

Then all averred, I had killed the bird

That brought the fog and mist.

4 'Twas right,' said they, ' such birds to slay,

That bring the fog and mist.'

But when the
fog cleared off,
they justify the
same, and thus
make themselves
accomplices in
the crime.

"The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free;

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.

The fair breeze continues; the ship enters the Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line.

"Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, The ship hath

J J u i been suddenly

I was sad as sad could be; becalmed.

And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea!

"All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon,

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