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Excerpt from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top.
The sun came up upon the left, Out Of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea.
Higher and higher every day Till over the mast at noon The wedding-guest here beat his breast For he heard the loud bassoon.
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.
The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear.
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