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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 5-12



Trans-Atlantic power-boat DETROIT (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress



The Sun, right up above the mast,
Had fixed her to the ocean:
But in a minute she ‘gan stir,
With a short uneasy motion -
Backwards and forwards half her length
With a short uneasy motion.

Then, like a pawing horse let go,
She made a sudden bound:
It flung the blood into my head,
And I fell down in a swound.

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