Christabel: Kubla Khan : a Vision ; The Pains of SleepJohn Murray, 1816 - 64 pages |
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... the crowing cock ; Tu - whit ! - -Tu - whoo ! And hark , again ! the crowing cock , How drowsily it crew . Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She makes answer to.
... the crowing cock ; Tu - whit ! - -Tu - whoo ! And hark , again ! the crowing cock , How drowsily it crew . Sir Leoline , the Baron rich , Hath a toothless mastiff bitch ; From her kennel beneath the rock She makes answer to.
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... answer to the clock , Four for the quarters , and twelve for the hour ; Ever and aye , moonshine or shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; Some say , she sees my lady's shroud . Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly ...
... answer to the clock , Four for the quarters , and twelve for the hour ; Ever and aye , moonshine or shower , Sixteen short howls , not over loud ; Some say , she sees my lady's shroud . Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly ...
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... ) And who art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : — Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , CHRISTABEL . 7.
... ) And who art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : — Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness . Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear , CHRISTABEL . 7.
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... answer meet : - My sire is of a noble line , And my name is Geraldine . Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn , Me , even me , a maid forlorn : They chok'd my cries with force and fright , And tied me on a palfrey white . The palfrey was ...
... answer meet : - My sire is of a noble line , And my name is Geraldine . Five warriors seiz'd me yestermorn , Me , even me , a maid forlorn : They chok'd my cries with force and fright , And tied me on a palfrey white . The palfrey was ...
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... pray you , drink this cordial wine ! It is a wine of virtuous powers ; My mother made it of wild flowers . And will your mother pity me , Who am a maiden most forlorn ? Christabel answer'd - Woe is me ! She died the 14 CHRISTABel .
... pray you , drink this cordial wine ! It is a wine of virtuous powers ; My mother made it of wild flowers . And will your mother pity me , Who am a maiden most forlorn ? Christabel answer'd - Woe is me ! She died the 14 CHRISTABel .
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Andreas arms babe BATHO Bathory's beneath BETH Bethlen Bathory bless Bracy brave CASIM cavern Chef Ragozzi child Christabel cockatrice command curse dare dastard doth dream E'en EMER Enter Exeunt eyes faith father fear Geraldine guard Hark haste hath hear heard heart Heaven Hush Illyria King Emerick KIUP kneel KUBLA KHAN Lady Sarolta lady's LASK Laska leave look Lord Casimir lord high steward LORD RUDOLPH loud Lycanthropus madam maid mother mountains noble o'er OLD BATHORY orphan's palace PESTA PESTALUTZ poor pray Prince Emerick Queen Raab Kiuprili RAGOZ retire Roland de Vaux royal S. T. COLERIDGE SAROL servants Sir Leoline Sire soul sov'reign's spake speak spirit steward sweet sword tale tears tell thee thine Thou art throne traitor treason turn'd Twas twice the sun tyrant usurpation voice war-wolf wood words youth ZAPO ZAPOLYA ВЕТН
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Page 61 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 60 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 15 - So free from danger, free from fear, They cross'd the court : right glad they were. And Christabel devoutly cried To the lady by her side ; ' Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress!' 'Alas, alas!' said Geraldine, ' I cannot speak for weariness.
Page 9 - 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 knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away.
Page 23 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel! Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow; This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow; But...
Page 11 - On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak.
Page 11 - Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were, And wildly glittered here and there The gems entangled in her hair. I guess, 'twas frightful there to see A lady so richly clad as she — Beautiful exceedingly! Mary mother, save me now! (Said Christabel,) And who art thou?
Page 25 - Amid the jagged shadows Of mossy leafless boughs, Kneeling in the moonlight, To make her gentle vows ; 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.
Page 17 - And nothing else saw she thereby, Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old niche in the wall. O softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well.