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In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. "God save thee, ancyent Marinere! -William Wordsworth and Samuel T. Coleridge, Lyrical Ballads, 1798 |
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