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" 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 Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th] - 557. oldal
1816
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Blackwood's Magazine, 36. kötet

1834 - 918 oldal
...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...far away. " She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest mistletoe...

The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein ...

Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 oldal
...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...far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in ..., 1. kötet

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 oldal
...late, A furlong from (he castle gale ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; u/ u/`#v/ that 's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And nought...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 oldal
...late, A furlong from the cnstle gate Î She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; another's 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,...

The British Critic, Quarterly Theological Review, and ..., 16. kötet

1834 - 512 oldal
...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...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...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 36. kötet

1834 - 896 oldal
...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...far away. " She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the, oak, . t : But moss and rarest mistletoe...

The Dublin University Magazine, 6. kötet

1835 - 726 oldal
...late, A furlong from the castle gate ? She hii'l dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal...far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, * The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe...

The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, 6. kötet

1835 - 742 oldal
...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 heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak. But moss and rarest misletoe...

The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1. kötet

James Gillman - 1838 - 386 oldal
...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...far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak, But moss and rarest misletoe...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 oldal
...furlong from the castle gnte :' She hud dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And the in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her...far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The sighs she heaved were soft and low, And naught was green upon the oak. But moss and rarest mislctoe...




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