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 The Marinere, whose eye is bright,
 * Whose beard with age is hoar,

Is gone; and now the wedding-guest
 * Turn'd from the bridegroom's door.

He went, like one that hath been stunn'd
 * And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man
 * He rose the morrow morn.