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Relax as Ian McKellen reads "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, right into your ear holes.

  • Writer: Todd Christensen
    Todd Christensen
  • Jul 10
  • 1 min read

“In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine.”



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