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"God save thee, ancient Mariner!
From the fiends, that plague thee thus !—
The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the
"And the good south wind still blew behind,
"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
"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
"All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon,