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He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,' quoth he. 🔊

He holds him with his glittering eyeThe Wedding-Guest stood still, 🔊

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

Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye. 🔊

The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. 🔊

I dreamt that they were filled with dew; And when I awoke, it rained. 🔊

But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 🔊

He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.' 🔊

The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: 🔊

And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, 🔊

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