 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] - Seite 5571816Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...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. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what... | |
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