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afterwards Alfoxden Ancient Mariner arms Bard Bracy beautiful beneath bosom bright canto cloud Coleridge's Christabel Conclusion copy damsel daughter Dorothy doth dream Edinburgh Review Edition ERNEST HARTLEY COLERIDGE European Magazine eyes fair father's feet finish Christabel Geraldine Geraldine's Gothic Tale Half-title hath Hazlitt Hinves Hutchinson Josiah Wedgwood Knorren Kubla Khan lady Christabel lady's lamp Lanercost Lanercost Priory letter lines look Lord Byron lovely lady lover Lyrical Ballads maid maiden mastiff bitch metre of Christabel moon MS.W Murray night November o'er October pain poem poet Poetical poetry pray Preface printed Psellus published Ranulph Roland de Vaux S. T. Coleridge S.T.C.'s handwriting Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sarah Hutchinson shield Siege of Corinth Sir Leoline Sir Roland sleep smile Southey spirit Stoddart story Stowey sweet Christabel Tarn thee thou toothless mastiff Triermain tu—whoo verse vide vision wind witch words Wordsworth writes written
Seite 79 - I cannot speak for weariness.' So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court : right glad they were. Outside her kennel, the mastiff old Lay fast asleep, in moonshine cold. The mastiff old did not awake, Yet she an angry moan did make ! . And what can ail the mastiff bitch » Never till now she uttered yell 150 Beneath the eye of Christabel.
Seite 67 - Christabel is not, properly speaking, irregular, though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle: namely, that of counting in each line the accents, not the syllables. Though the latter may vary from seven to twelve, yet in each line the accents will be found to be only four.
Seite 94 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 76 - Some muttered words his comrades spoke: He placed me underneath this oak; He swore they would return with haste; Whither they went I cannot tell — I thought I heard, some minutes past, Sounds as of a castle bell. Stretch forth thy hand (thus ended she), And help a wretched maid to flee.
Seite 88 - Her slender palms together prest, Heaving sometimes on her breast ; Her face resigned to bliss or bale — Her face, oh call it fair not pale, And both blue eyes more bright than clear, Each about to have a tear.
Seite 91 - These words Sir Leoline first said, When he rose and found his lady dead: These words Sir Leoline will say Many a morn to his dying day!
Seite 80 - As still as death, with stifled breath ! And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved...
Seite 104 - tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty 670 At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.
Seite 83 - And thus the lofty lady spake : "All they who live in the upper sky Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befell, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.