2 edition of Christabel found in the catalog.
Michael Davis Patrick
by Inst. f. Engl. Sprache u. Literatur, Univ. Salzburg in Salzburg
Written in English
Includes bibliographical references.
|Statement||By Michael D[avis] Patrick. Shelley"s debt to Greece. By Eric Glasgow. The Greek factors in the poetry of Matthew Arnold. By Eric Glasgow. George MacDonald: a study of two novels. By William Webb.|
|Series||Salzburg studies in English literature, Romantic reassessment, 11, Salzburg studies in English literature., 11.|
|Contributions||Glasgow, Eric., Webb, William R.|
|LC Classifications||PR457 .P3|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||iii, 118 p.|
|Number of Pages||118|
|LC Control Number||73164809|
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Christabel is a long narrative poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, in two parts. The story of Christabel concerns a central female character of the same name and her encounter with a stranger called Geraldine, who claims to have been abducted from /5.
Christabel is a rather good book, and the story was rather readable for most parts. The relationship between the main characters was done very decently but at many times, the story was heavy-going because the relationship and all the problems do span different life times/5.
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After finishing Kallmaker’s book, I read the poem in an old college survey book of British poets. There were /5(21). Said Christabel, How camest thou here. And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet, Did thus pursue her answer meet:— My sire is of a noble line, And my name is Geraldine: Five warriors seized me yestermorn, Me, even me, a maid forlorn: They choked my cries with force and fright, And tied me on a palfrey white.
The palfrey was as fleet as wind.