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Okay, so welcome to part five of our discussion of Coleridge's Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner.

I think we are ready to start from line 347.

I would give you a summary of what we talked about just before this,

except that it's been quite a while since we did our second recording, parts

three and four. How long has it been, Aaron?

20 years? No. At least three weeks, possibly a month. Yeah, we had a break. I was sick with COVID,

so we had some delays.

So in any case, what we're going to do is we're just going to jump right in, and we'll be recollecting what we said previously as on the fly,

and we'll join it up that way.

How fun for listeners.

Okay.

On the fly, just like the obitrust.

That's terrible. Exactly.

All right. So I'll let you, if you want to read. Okay. So we're at line 347.

Sometimes a dropping from the sky, I heard the Lavrock sing. Sometimes all little birds that are, how they seem to fill the sea and air with their sweet jargoning.

And now it was like all instruments, now like a lonely flute. And now it is an angel's song that makes the heavens be mute.

It ceased, and yet the sails made on a pleasant noise till noon, a noise like of a hidden brook in the

leafy month of June, that to the sleeping woods all night singeth a quiet tune.

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