 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] - Pàgina 5571816Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1834 - 918 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | 1834 - 512 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1834 - 896 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1835 - 726 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1835 - 742 pàgines
...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... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 386 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...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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