thou

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

'God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— 🔊

Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. 🔊

'I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! 🔊

And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. 🔊

I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown. '— 🔊

Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down. 🔊

'I fear thee, ancient Mariner!' Be calm, thou Wedding-Guest! 🔊

'Say quick,' quoth he, 'I bid thee sayWhat manner of man art thou?' 🔊

Farewell, farewell! but this I tell To thee, thou Wedding-Guest! 🔊

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