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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner 2-2



Thanksgiving turkey (LOC)

Originally uploaded by The Library of Congress



And I had done an hellish thing,
And it would work ‘em woe:
For all averred, I had killed the bird
That made the breeze to blow.
‘Ah wretch!’ said they, ‘the bird to slay,
That made the breeze to blow!’

Nor dim nor red, like God’s own head,
The glorious Sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
‘Twas right’, said they, ‘such birds to slay,
That bring the fog and mist.’

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