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We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. 🔊

See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; 🔊

But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! 🔊

And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge, 🔊

Quoth he, 'The man hath penance done, And penance more will do.' 🔊

Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: 🔊

And now this spell was snapt: once more I viewed the ocean green, 🔊

And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; 🔊

Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread: 🔊

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