 | R. Murray Thomas - 2002 - 236 psl.
...1941, vol. 1, p. 530) From the The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834): The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast. For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry mistrelsy.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 92 psl.
...came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, 30 Till over the mast at noon -' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, Por he heard the loud bassoon. The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 psl.
...upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at...here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. 30 The WeddingGuest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his tale. The bride hath paced... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 psl.
...upon the left, out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day. till over the mast at...breast, for he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, red as a rose is she; nodding their heads before her goes the merry minstrelsy.... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 psl.
...upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at...beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The Wedding-Guest heareth the bridal music; but the Mariner continueth his tale. The Wedding-Guest he beat... | |
 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 426 psl.
...upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at...breast, For he heard the loud bassoon. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.... | |
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The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. 
