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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. "
Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems - Page 38
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 lehte
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, 2. köide

Half hours - 1856
...And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. I pass, like uiglit, from land to laud; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that...tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door l The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden-bower tho bride And bride-maids singing are : And...
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 51 lehte
...ghastly tale is told, from land to -phis heart within me burns. land, " I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment...singing are : And hark the little vesper bell, Which biddeth me to prayer ! " О Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea : So lonely...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 388 lehte
...him to travel . ... from land to This heart within me burns. land. I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment...singing are : And hark the little vesper bell, Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding-G-uest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 388 lehte
...returns : And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment...bride-maids singing are : And hark the little vesper bejl, Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea :...
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Lectures on the British Poets, 2. köide

Henry Reed - 1857
...returns, And till my ghastly tale is told This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech. That moment...the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach." This narrative opens with the ship passing out from the placid atmosphere of actual life, losing sight...
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The Atlantic Monthly, 4. köide

1859
...dreamy-eyed people to whom I should say all these things with a certainty of being understood ; — That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach. I am afraid some of them have not got a spare quarter for this August number, so that they will never...
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Lectures on the British Poets, 1. köide

Henry Reed - 1857 - 408 lehte
...returns, And till my ghastly tale is told This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech. That moment that his face I see, 1 know the man that must hear me : To him my tale 1 teach." This narrative opens with the ship passing...
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The Atlantic Monthly, 121. köide

1918
...pass like night from land to land; I have strange power of speech; The moment that his face I see / know the man that must hear me — To him my tale I teach. The marvelous tale that Science has to tell is still more wonderful than that of the Ancient Mariner....
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Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1858
...returns : And till my ghastly tale is told, i heart within me burns. I pass like night from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment...that door ! The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell Which biddeth me...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an ..., 7. köide

William Greenough Thayer Shedd, Henry Nelson Coleridge, Sara Coleridge Coleridge - 1858
...And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. %*£"* I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment...tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door I The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden-bower the bride And bride-maids singing are : And...
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