IN SEVEN PARtS.

        ARGUMENt.

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        I.

        It is an a Marinere,

        And oppethree:

        "By ttering eye

        "No me?

        "the Bridegrooms doors are opend wide

        "And I am    of kin;

        "ts are met, t is set,--

        "Mayst he merry din.--

        But still --

        th he--

        "Nay, if t got a laugale,

        "Marinere! e ;

        h his skinny hand,

        Quothere was a Ship--

        "No thou grey-beard Loon!

        "Or my Staff s;

        tering eye--

        t stood still

        And listens like a three years child;

        th his will.

        t sate on a stone,

        c hear:

        And t a man,

        t-eyed Marinere.

        the harbour cleard--

        Merrily did we drop

        Belohe hill,

        Belo-op.

        t,

        Out of the Sea came he:

        And , and on t

        ent doo the Sea.

        higher and higher every day,

        till over t at noon--

        t    ,

        For he loud bassoon.

        to the hall,

        Red as a rose is she;

        Nodding their heads before her goes

        tralsy.

        t    ,

        Yet    c hear:

        And t a Man,

        t-eyed Marinere.

        Listen, Stranger! Storm and ind,

        A ind and tempest strong!

        For days and    playd us freaks--

        Like Chaff we drove along.

        Listen, Stranger! Mist and Snow,

        And it grew wondrous cauld:

        And Ice mast-ing by

        As green as Emerauld.

        And ts ts

        Did send a dismal sheen;

        Ne ss we ken--

        tween.

        there,

        the Ice was all around:

        It crackd and growld, and roard and howld--

        Like noises of a swound.

        At lengtross,

        t came;

        And an it were a    Soul,

        e    in Gods name.

        t biscuit-worms,

        And round and round it ?ew:

        t ;

        teerd us thro.

        And a good south wind sprung up behind,

        tross did follow;

        And every day for food or play

        Came to the Marineres hollo!

        In mist or cloud on mast or shroud

        It perchd for vespers nine,

        te

        Glimmerd te moon-shine.

        "God save t Marinere!

        "From t plague thus--

        " t;--h my cross bow

        I s tross.
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