. Christabel and the lyrical and imaginative poems of S. T. Coleridge. d said in tones abrupt, austere— Why, Bracy ! dost thou loiter here ? I bade thee hence! The bard obeyed; And turning from his own sweet maid, The aged knight, Sir Leoline, Led forth the lady Geraldine ! The Conclusion to Part II. A little child, a limber elf,Singing, dancing to itself,A fairy thing with red round cheeks,That always finds, and never seeks,Makes such a vision to the sightAs fills a fathers eyes with light;And pleasures flow in so thick and fastUpon his heart, that he at lastMust needs express his loves exces
. Christabel and the lyrical and imaginative poems of S. T. Coleridge. d said in tones abrupt, austere— Why, Bracy ! dost thou loiter here ? I bade thee hence! The bard obeyed; And turning from his own sweet maid, The aged knight, Sir Leoline, Led forth the lady Geraldine ! The Conclusion to Part II. A little child, a limber elf,Singing, dancing to itself,A fairy thing with red round cheeks,That always finds, and never seeks,Makes such a vision to the sightAs fills a fathers eyes with light;And pleasures flow in so thick and fastUpon his heart, that he at lastMust needs express his loves excessWith words of unmeant tis pretty to force togetherThoughts so all unlike each other;To mutter and mock a broken charm,To dally with wrong that does no tis tender too and pretty CHRISTABEL. At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity. And what, if in a world of sin (O sorrow and shame should this be true !) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain, So talks as its most used to do. n.
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