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How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; 🔊

'By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 🔊

The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip🔊

And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whizz of my cross-bow! 🔊

The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: 🔊

'Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, 🔊

The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, 🔊

Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! 🔊

'Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— 'And they answered not our cheer! 🔊

Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, 🔊

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