 Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. 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...  The Dublin University Magazine - Pagina 2581835Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 pagina’s
...Of her own betrothed knight; Dreams, 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...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
...knight; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, ii • • • • As on her bed she lay in sleep ; ; . i- And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal...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 '.... | |
 | 1816 - 658 pagina’s
...She had dreams all yesternight Dreams, 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...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... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pagina’s
...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...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 Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...father loves so well, Wli.il makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from (he castle gale ? She had he Bv/@Bv/@#v/ that 's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And nought... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...father loves eo well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the cnstle gate Î She had he deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang...love, Interpreted my own. •Thin piece may bo found, that '« far away. She stole along, »ho nothing spoke, * The sighs «he heaved were soft and low,... | |
 | 1834 - 896 pagina’s
...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...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
...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;...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 pagina’s
...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...along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soil and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath... | |
 | 1835 - 742 pagina’s
...father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so tote, A furlong from the castle gate ? She bud dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will prey For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, • The sighs she... | |
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