...breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound • • ' The cincture from beneath her breast : , Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...half her side— — A sight to dream of, not to tell ! And she is to sleep by Christabel. She took two paces, and a stride, And lay down by the maiden's...

...drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast : Her silken robe, and inner vest, , • Dropt to her...and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell ! And she is to sleep by Christabel. She took two paces, and a stride, And lay down by the maiden's...

...drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell ! And she is to sleep by Christabel. \ She took two paces, and a stride, And lay down by the maiden's...

...drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast : Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell ! And she is to sleep by Christabel. She took two paces, and a stride, And lay down by the maiden's...

...drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shudder'd, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breait : Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...half her side — A sight to dream of, not to tell ! And she is to bleep by Christabel." p. 17, 18. But the exquisite picture of Christabel is perhaps...

...drawing in her breath aloud Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast ; Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...not to tell ! O shield her ! shield sweet Christabel ! " Christabel is a dream — and so is the Ancient Mariner — though the poet does not call them...

...'tis difficult to understand, as its absence renders the meaning of the whole story very obscure . — Her silken robe and inner vest Dropt to her feet,...full in view Behold ! her bosom and half her side— '• Hideout, deform'd, and pale of hue.'* Coleridge is an eternal talker. I once said to a friend...

...difficult to understand, as its absence renders the meaning of the whole «tory very obscure . — . ,' Her silken robe and inner vest Dropt to her feet, and full in view Behold ! her boiom and half her fide— " Hideous, deform'd, ami pale of hue." Coleridge is an eternal talker. I...

...drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast : Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet,...speaks nor stirs : Ah ! what a stricken look was hers ! Deep from within she seems half-way To lift some weight with sick assay, And eyes the maid and seeks...

...shudder'd, she unbound The rioctiire from beneath her breast : Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dmpi to her feet, and full in view, Behold ! her bosom and half her side Л night to dream of, not to tell ! 0 shield her ! shield sweet Christahel ! Yet Géraldine nor speaks...