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There was a ship,’ quoth he. The Wedding-Guest is spell-bound by the eye of the old seafaring man, and constrained to hear his tale. The Mariner tells how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather, till it reached the Line. Out of the sea came he! For he heard the loud bassoon. The ship drawn by a storm toward the South Pole. The land of ice, and of fearful sounds, where no living thing was to be seen.
Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and was received with great joy and hospitality. We hail’d it in God’s name. And round and round it flew. Albatross proveth a bird of good omen, and followeth the ship as it returned northward through fog and floating ice. The ancient Mariner inhospitably killeth the pious bird of good omen. From the fiends, that plague thee thus! His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner for killing the bird of good luck.
That made the breeze to blow. That made the breeze to blow! But when the fog cleared off, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime. That brought the fog and mist.
That bring the fog and mist. Pacific Ocean, and sails northward, even till it reaches the Line. The ship hath been suddenly becalmed. And the Albatross begins to be avenged.