till noon o.
the sails at noon left off their tune,
and the ship stood still also.
the sun, right up above the mast,
had fixed her to the ocean :
but in a minute she 'gan stir,
th,
horse let go,
she made a sudden bound :
it flung the blood into my head,
and i fell do in that same fit i lay,
i have not to declare ;
but ere my living life returned,
i heard, and in my soul discerned
tan ?”
by him less albatross.
“the spirit self
in the land of mist and snoan
an hath penance done,
and penance more will do.”
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