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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 6-3



Almost every bay of the communication sap from Pear trench to Hamel Village contained dead bodies of the enemy

Originally uploaded by National Media Museum



I woke, and we were sailing on
As in a gentle weather:
‘Twas night, calm night, the Moon was high;
The dead men stood together.

All stood together on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fized on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.

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