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It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
*By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
*The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May’st hear the merry din.*
He holds him with his skinny hand,
*There was a ship,* quoth he.
*Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!*
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years child:
The Mariner hath his will.
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And he stoppeth one of three.
*By thy long grey beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
*The Bridegroom’s doors are opened wide,
And I am next of kin;
The guests are met, the feast is set:
May’st hear the merry din.*
He holds him with his skinny hand,
*There was a ship,* quoth he.
*Hold off! unhand me, grey-beard loon!*
Eftsoons his hand dropt he.
He holds him with his glittering eye
The Wedding-Guest stood still,
And listens like a three years child:
The Mariner hath his will.
