 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 str.
...the cloud is gray : 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from...dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep ; And she in the midnight wood... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 str.
...And the Spring comes ilowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from...dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, ii • • • • As on her bed she lay in sleep ; ; . i- And... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 str.
...Of her own betrothed knight; Dreams, that made her moan and leap, As on her bed she lay in sleep ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away. She stole along, she nothing spoke, The breezes they were still also ; And nought was green upon the oak,... | |
 | 1816 - 658 str.
...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 ? Of her own betrothed knight; She had dreams all yesternight Dreams, that made her moan and leap,... | |
 | 1834 - 918 str.
...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...pray 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... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 str.
...And the Spnng comes slowly up this wy " Th* 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 dream* all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; fess that, wise as we are, we cannot tell ; nor... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 str.
...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...pray 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 str.
...Whom her father loves so well, Wli.il makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from (he castle gale ? 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 str.
...And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves eo well, darest lift up thine eyes ! cnstle gate Î She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight... | |
 | 1834 - 896 str.
...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...pray 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,... | |
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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... 
