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With never a whisper on the main
Off shot the spectre ship;
And stifled words and groans of pain
Mix'd on each murmuring
trembling

lip.
And we look'd round, and we look'd up,
And fear at our hearts, as at a cup,
The Life-blood seem'd to sip—
The sky was dull, and dark the night,
The helmsman's face by his lamp gleam'd bright,
From the sails the dews did drip—
Till clomb above the Eastern Bar,
The horned Moon, with one bright star
Within its nether tip.

Undated MS. correction of S. T. C. (first published 1893).

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dew] dews S. L. 1817.

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clomb] clombe S. L. 1817, 1828.

[Part IV]] IV. L. B. 1798, 1800: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Part the Fourth S. L. 1828, 1829.

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The] Their L. B. 1798, 1800.