 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 pagina’s
...that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The breezes they were still also ; And nought was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe...huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady leaps up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moan'd as near, as near can be, But what it is,... | |
 | 1816 - 658 pagina’s
...that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The breezes they were still also ; And nought was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe: She... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 pagina’s
...that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The breezes they were still also ; And nought was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe : She... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 pagina’s
...leap, ii • • • • As on her bed she lay in sleep ; ; . i- And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The breezes they were still also ; And nought was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe: t '.... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pagina’s
...She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. " She stole...naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest mistletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree, And in silence prayeth she. " The lady sprang up... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 pagina’s
...She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole...prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is, she cannot tell. — On the other... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that 's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And nought was green upon the oak, Hut mon and rarest misletoe: Míe kneels beneath the huge oak tree,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...For the weal of her lover that '« far away. She stole along, »ho nothing spoke, * The sighs «he h a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace; And sh тою ajad rarest misletoo : She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree, And ш silence prayeth ehe. The... | |
 | 1834 - 896 pagina’s
...She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. " She stole...soft and low, And naught was green upon the, oak, . t : But moss and rarest mistletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree, And in silence prayeth... | |
 | 1834 - 512 pagina’s
...She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. " She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heav'd were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest miseltoe : She kneels... | |
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The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover... 
