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Story: A Bone in His Teeth
The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!
At length did cross an albatross,
Thorough the fog it came;
As if it had been a Christian soul,
We hailed it in God”s name.
(….)In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
It perched for vespers nine;
Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
Glimmered the white Moon-shine.
”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.
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1834)
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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