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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 1-6



Unidentified Bride

Originally uploaded by George Eastman House



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:
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

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