And thus the lofty lady spake — All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befell, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe... The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Page 289by James Gillman - 1838 - 362 pagesFull view - About this book
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