 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 92 psl.
...ghastly tale is told, j8j This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land; I bave strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must bear me: 390 To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are... | |
 | Duncan Wu - 2002 - 183 psl.
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 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 psl.
...like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, 67° I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower the bride... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 78 psl.
...burns. shrieve — cleanse, purify manner — kind Forthwith — at once woful — -full of sorrow I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange...the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all things that God made and loveth. Farewell,... | |
 | William Patten - 2003 - 548 psl.
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 | Nicholas Royle - 2003 - 358 psl.
...Barbara Johnson attempts to read, or to allow herself to be read by, ST Coleridge's uncanny mariner: 'I pass, like night, from land to land; / I have strange...know the man that must hear me: / To him my tale I teach.'30 Johnson argues that what tends to get repressed in teaching is 'the very stuff that literature... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 psl.
...an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghasdy tale is told, This heart within me bums. I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange...see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale 1 teach. 590 What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there: But in the garden-bower... | |
 | Nicholas Royle - 2003 - 358 psl.
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I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. 
