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 But still he holds the wedding-guest—
 * There was a Ship, quoth he—

"Nay, if thou'st got a laughsome tale,
 * "Marinere! come with me."

He holds him with his skinny hand,
 * Quoth he, there was a Ship—

"Now get thee hence, thou grey-beard Loon!
 * "Or my Staff shall make thee skip.

He holds him with his glittering eye—
 * The wedding guest stood still

And listens like a three year's child;
 * The Marinere hath his will.

The wedding-guet sate on a stone,
 * He cannot chuse but hear:

And thus spake on that ancyent man.
 * The bright-eyed Marinere.