TheAncientMariner: `And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
TheAncientMariner:  He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
TheAncientMariner: With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
TheAncientMariner:  And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
The southward aye we fled.
TheAncientMariner: And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold:
TheAncientMariner:   And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
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