 On the other side it seems to be Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that inoaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There...  The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Pagina 234door James Gillman - 1838 - 362 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | william blackwood - 1871 - 810 pagina’s
...The lady springs up suddenly, The lovely lady Christabel ! It moaned ая near as near can be, Hut what it is she cannot tell ; On the other side, it seems to he, Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-tree. The night is chill, the forest hare : Is it the wind... | |
 | 1872 - 830 pagina’s
...rarest mistletoe ; She kneels beside the huge oak-tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady springs up suddenly, The lovely lady Christabel ! It moaned...side, it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-tree. The night is chill, the forest bare : Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1875 - 728 pagina’s
...tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel 1 It moan'd as near as near can be, But what it is, she cannot...night is chill ; the forest bare : Is it the wind that rnoaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 pagina’s
...she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, ChiistaM ! It moaned ns near as near can be, Hut what it is she cannot tell. On the other side it seems to be Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ! There is not wind... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 pagina’s
...The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christaliel ! It inoauol as near as near can be, Hut what it is she cannot tell. On the other side it seems to be Of the huge, broad -breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak... | |
 | 1876 - 564 pagina’s
...oak, But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moaned as near as near could be, But what it is she cannot tell. — On the other side, it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted,... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 pagina’s
...huge oak-troe, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christahel ! It moaned as near as near can be, But what it is she...side it seems to be Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 828 pagina’s
...prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moan'd as near as near could gracious : yet a little while, And this survivor,...cheerful throng Of open schemes, and all his inwar tre* The night is chill ; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak > There is not wind enough... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1878 - 826 pagina’s
...oak, But moss and rarest mistletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel...to be, / Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree} Tiie night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enougli... | |
 | Thomas Morrison (LL.D.) - 1878 - 208 pagina’s
...travelled by the great North Railway. The looking-glass hung on the wall. The rosy-fingered morn arose. On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. Her blue-veined feet unsandaled were. Not a moonbeam enters there. Daylight had just departed. The... | |
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