Honours English with Nusrat

Christabel-02

THE CONCLUSION TO PART I

It was a lovely sight to see

The lady Christabel, when she

Was praying at the old oak tree.

       Amid the jaggèd shadows

       Of mossy leafless boughs,

       Kneeling in the moonlight,

       To make her gentle vows;

Her slender palms together prest,

Heaving sometimes on her breast;

Her face resigned to bliss or bale—

Her face, oh call it fair not pale,

And both blue eyes more bright than clear,

Each about to have a tear.

With open eyes (ah woe is me!)

Asleep, and dreaming fearfully,

Fearfully dreaming, yet, I wis,

Dreaming that alone, which is—

O sorrow and shame! Can this be she,

The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree?

And lo! the worker of these harms,

That holds the maiden in her arms,

Seems to slumber still and mild,

As a mother with her child.

A star hath set, a star hath risen,

O Geraldine! since arms of thine

Have been the lovely lady’s prison.

O Geraldine! one hour was thine—

Thou’st had thy will! By tairn and rill,

The night-birds all that hour were still.

But now they are jubilant anew,

From cliffand tower, tu—whoo! tu—whoo!

Tu—whoo! tu—whoo! from wood and fell!

And see! the lady Christabel

Gathers herself from out her trance;

Her limbs relax, her countenance

Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids

Close o’er her eyes; and tears she sheds—

Large tears that leave the lashes bright!

And oft the while she seems to smile

As infants at a sudden light!

Translation in Bangla:

It was → āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ a lovely sight → āĻāĻ• āĻŽāύ⧋āϰāĻŽ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝ to see → āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋The lady Christabel → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞ when she → āϝāĻ–āύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋWas praying → āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύ at the old oak tree → āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ“āĻ• āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡Amid → āĻŽāĻžāĻāĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ the jagged shadows → āĻ–āĻžāρāϜāĻ•āĻžāϟāĻž āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰOf mossy leafless boughs → āĻļā§āϝāĻžāĻ“āϞāĻžāϧāϰāĻž āĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžāĻšā§€āύ āĻĄāĻžāϞāĻĒāĻžāϞāĻžāϰKneeling → āĻšāĻžāρāϟ⧁ āϗ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ in the moonlight → āϚāĻžāρāĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāϞ⧋āϝāĻŧTo make → āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝ her gentle vows → āϤāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻžHer slender palms → āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāϰ⧁ āĻšāĻžāϤāĻĻ⧁āϟāĻŋ together prest → āĻāĻ•āĻ¤ā§āϰ⧇ āĻœā§‹āĻĄāĻŧ āĻ•āϰāĻž āĻ›āĻŋāϞHeaving sometimes → āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡ āωāĻ āĻžāύāĻžāĻŽāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϞ on her breast → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇Her face → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ– resigned → āϏāĻŽāĻ°ā§āĻĒāĻŋāϤ to bliss or bale → āϏ⧁āĻ– āĻŦāĻž āĻĻ⧁āσāϖ⧇āϰ āĻ•āĻžāϛ⧇Her face → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ– oh call it → āĻ“āĻš āĻāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧋ fair not pale → āĻĢāĻ°ā§āϏāĻž, āĻĢā§āϝāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻļ⧇ āύāϝāĻŧAnd both blue eyes → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧁āϟāĻŋ āύ⧀āϞ āĻšā§‹āĻ– more bright than clear → āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻšā§āĻ›āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āωāĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāϞEach → āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϟāĻŋāϤ⧇ about to have → āϝ⧇āύ āφāϏāϤ⧇ āϚāϞ⧇āϛ⧇ a tear → āĻāĻ• āĻĢā§‹āρāϟāĻž āĻ…āĻļā§āϰ⧁With open eyes → āĻ–ā§‹āϞāĻž āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇ ah woe is me → āφāĻšāĻž āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰAsleep → āϘ⧁āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ and dreaming fearfully → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ­āϝāĻŧāĻ‚āĻ•āϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϛ⧇Fearfully dreaming → āĻ­āϝāĻŧāĻ‚āĻ•āϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϤ⧇ yet I wis → āϤāĻŦ⧁āĻ“ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāĻŋāϤāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇Dreaming → āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϛ⧇ that alone → āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁ āϏ⧇āϟāĻžāχ which is → āϝāĻž āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝO sorrow and shame → āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĻ⧁āσāĻ– āĻ“ āϞāĻœā§āϜāĻžCan this be → āĻ āĻ•āĻŋ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ she → āϏ⧇āχ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋThe lady → āϏ⧇āχ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž who knelt → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāρāϟ⧁ āϗ⧇āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻŦāϏ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύ at the old oak tree → āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ“āĻ• āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡And lo → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–ā§‹The worker → āϏ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāĻ•āĻžāϰ⧀ of these harms → āĻāχ āĻ…āĻŽāĻ™ā§āĻ—āϞ⧇āϰThat holds → āϝ⧇ āϧāϰ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇āϛ⧇ the maiden → āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€āϕ⧇ in her arms → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤ⧇Seems → āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ to slumber → āϘ⧁āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāϛ⧇ still and mild → āĻļāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻ“ āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇As a mother → āϝ⧇āĻŽāύ āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻŽāĻž with her child → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻļāĻŋāĻļ⧁āϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇A star → āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž hath set → āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āϤ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇A star → āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž hath risen → āωāĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇O Geraldine → āĻ“āĻš āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύSince → āϝ⧇āĻšā§‡āϤ⧁ arms of thine → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§Have been → āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇ the lovely lady’s prison → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻžāĻ—āĻžāϰO Geraldine → āĻ“āĻš āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύOne hour → āĻāĻ• āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻž was thine → āĻ›āĻŋāϞ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰThou’st had → āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ› thy will → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āχāĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āĻĒā§‚āϰāĻŖBy tairn and rill → āĻšā§āϰāĻĻ āφāϰ āĻāϰāύāĻžāϰ āϧāĻžāϰ⧇The night-birds →āϰāĻžāϤ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ–āĻŋāϰāĻž all that hour → āϏ⧇āχ āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ were still → āύ⧀āϰāĻŦ āĻ›āĻŋāϞBut now → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāĻ–āύThey are → āϤāĻžāϰāĻž jubilant anew → āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇ āĻŽā§āĻ–āϰFrom cliff and tower → āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻ–āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻĸāĻžāϞ āφāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāύāĻžāϰ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇Tu-whoo Tu-whoo → āϟ⧁-āĻšā§ āϟ⧁-āĻšā§Tu-whoo Tu-whoo → āϟ⧁-āĻšā§ āϟ⧁-āĻšā§

From wood and fell → āĻŦāύ āφāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇And see → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–ā§‹The lady Christabel → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞGathers herself → āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϕ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻŽāϞ⧇ āύ⧇āϝāĻŧ from out her trance → āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽā§‹āĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻ…āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻž āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇Her limbs → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ…āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻĒā§āϰāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻ™ā§āĻ— relax → āĻļāĻŋāĻĨāĻŋāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧHer countenance → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ–āĻŽāĻŖā§āĻĄāϞGrows → āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇ sad and soft → āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āύ āĻ“ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞThe smooth thin lids → āĻŽāϏ⧃āĻŖ āĻĒāĻžāϤāϞāĻž āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžClose o’er → āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ her eyes → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāϰAnd tears → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ…āĻļā§āϰ⧁ she sheds → āϏ⧇ āĻāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧLarge tears → āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻ…āĻļā§āϰ⧁āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧁That leave → āϝāĻž āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ the lashes → āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ bright → āωāĻœā§āĻœā§āĻŦāϞAnd oft the while → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇āχ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻŦāĻžāϰShe seems → āϏ⧇ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ to smile → āĻšāĻžāϏāϛ⧇As infants → āϝ⧇āĻŽāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻļ⧁āϰāĻžAt a sudden light → āĻšāĻ āĻžā§Ž āφāϞ⧋ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇

Explanation:

This passage highlights the tragic transformation of Christabel from a pure and devout maiden into a victim of Geraldine’s supernatural influence. Coleridge contrasts Christabel’s earlier innocence, shown through her prayer beneath the old oak tree, with her present fearful sleep under Geraldine’s spell. Geraldine appears calm and gentle “as a mother with her child,” but this image is deeply ironic because she has imprisoned Christabel through her magical power. The poet uses vivid imagery, symbolism, and dramatic irony to create a powerful Gothic atmosphere. Christabel’s tears at the end suggest that her inner purity still survives despite Geraldine’s evil influence. Thus, the passage reinforces the central theme of the poem—the conflict between innocence and supernatural evil—and demonstrates Coleridge’s mastery in blending beauty with psychological horror.

Yea, she doth smile, and she doth weep,

Like a youthful hermitess,

Beauteous in a wilderness,

Who, praying always, prays in sleep.

And, if she move unquietly,

Perchance, ’tis but the blood so free

Comes back and tingles in her feet.

No doubt, she hath a vision sweet.

What if her guardian spirit ’twere,

What if she knew her mother near?

But this she knows, in joys and woes,

That saints will aid if men will call:

For the blue sky bends over all!

PART II

Each matin bell, the Baron saith,

Knells us back to a world of death.

These words Sir Leoline first said,

When he rose and found his lady dead:

These words Sir Leoline will say

Many a morn to his dying day!

And hence the custom and law began

That still at dawn the sacristan,

Who duly pulls the heavy bell,

Five and forty beads must tell

Between each stroke—a warning knell,

Which not a soul can choose but hear

From Bratha Head to Wyndermere.

Saith Bracy the bard, So let it knell!

And let the drowsy sacristan

Still count as slowly as he can!

There is no lack of such, I ween,

As well fill up the space between.

In Langdale Pike and Witch’s Lair,

And Dungeon-ghyll so foully rent,

With ropes of rock and bells of air

Three sinful sextons’ ghosts are pent,

Who all give back, one after t’other,

The death-note to their living brother;

And oft too, by the knell offended,

Just as their one! two! three! is ended,

The devil mocks the doleful tale

With a merry peal from Borodale.

The air is still! through mist and cloud

That merry peal comes ringing loud;

And Geraldine shakes off her dread,

And rises lightly from the bed;

Puts on her silken vestments white,

And tricks her hair in lovely plight,

And nothing doubting of her spell

Awakens the lady Christabel.

‘Sleep you, sweet lady Christabel?

I trust that you have rested well.’

And Christabel awoke and spied

The same who lay down by her side—

O rather say, the same whom she

Raised up beneath the old oak tree!

Nay, fairer yet! and yet more fair!

For she belike hath drunken deep

Of all the blessedness of sleep!

And while she spake, her looks, her air

Such gentle thankfulness declare,

That (so it seemed) her girded vests

Grew tight beneath her heaving breasts.

‘Sure I have sinn’d!’ said Christabel,

‘Now heaven be praised if all be well!’

And in low faltering tones, yet sweet,

Did she the lofty lady greet

With such perplexity of mind

As dreams too lively leave behind.

Translation in Bangla:

Yea → āĻšā§āϝāĻžāρ she doth smile → āϏ⧇ āĻšāĻžāϏāϛ⧇ and she doth weep → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇ āĻ•āĻžāρāĻĻāϛ⧇āĻ“Like → āϝ⧇āύ a youthful hermitess → āĻāĻ• āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€ āϏāĻ¨ā§āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϏāĻŋāύ⧀Beauteous → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ in a wilderness → āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āϜāύ āĻŦāύ⧇Who → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ praying always → āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇āύ prays in sleep → āĻāĻŽāύāĻ•āĻŋ āϘ⧁āĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇āĻ“ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇āύAnd if → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ she move → āϏ⧇ āύāĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻ“āϠ⧇ unquietly → āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇Perchance → āĻšāϝāĻŧāϤ⧋’tis but → āĻāϟāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁

the blood → āϰāĻ•ā§āϤso free → āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻ•āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇Comes back → āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧇ āφāϏ⧇and tingles → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻāĻŋāύāĻāĻŋāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇in her feet → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāϝāĻŧ⧇No doubt → āύāĻŋāσāϏāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻšā§‡she hath → āϏ⧇ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇a vision sweet → āĻāĻ• āĻŽāϧ⧁āϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύWhat if → āϝāĻĻāĻŋher guardian spirit → āϤāĻžāϰ āϰāĻ•ā§āώāĻžāĻ•āĻ°ā§āϤāĻž āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻž’twere → āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧇What if → āϝāĻĻāĻŋshe knew → āϏ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰ⧇her mother → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇near → āĻ•āĻžāĻ›āĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻ›āĻŋBut this → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻāϟ⧁āϕ⧁she knows → āϏ⧇ āϜāĻžāύ⧇in joys and woes → āϏ⧁āϖ⧇ āĻ“ āĻĻ⧁āσāϖ⧇That → āϝ⧇saints → āϏāĻžāϧ⧁āϰāĻžwill aid → āϏāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻ¯ā§āϝ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇āύif men → āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώwill call → āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧇For → āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖthe blue sky → āύ⧀āϞ āφāĻ•āĻžāĻļbends over → āĻ›āĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāϛ⧇all → āϏāĻŦāĻžāϰ āωāĻĒāϰPART II → āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤ⧀āϝāĻŧ āĻ…āĻ‚āĻļEach matin bell → āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϟāĻŋ āĻ­ā§‹āϰ⧇āϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋ

the Baron saith → āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ āĻŦāϞ⧇āύKnells us back → āφāĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĢāĻŋāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĄāĻžāϕ⧇to a world of death → āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ā§āϝ⧁āϰ āϜāĻ—āϤ⧇These words → āĻāχ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžāϗ⧁āϞ⧋Sir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύfirst said → āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύWhen he rose → āϝāĻ–āύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻœā§‡āϗ⧇ āωāĻ āϞ⧇āύand found → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞ⧇āύhis lady → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰ⧀āϕ⧇dead → āĻŽā§ƒāϤThese words → āĻāχ āĻ•āĻĨāĻžāϗ⧁āϞ⧋Sir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύwill say → āĻŦāϞāĻŦ⧇āύMany a morn → āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āϏāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇to his dying day → āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ā§āϝ⧁āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϝāĻ¨ā§āϤAnd hence → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇āχthe custom and law → āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻž āĻ“ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻŽbegan → āĻļ⧁āϰ⧁ āĻšāϞ⧋That still → āϝ⧇ āĻāĻ–āύāĻ“at dawn → āĻ­ā§‹āϰāĻŦ⧇āϞāĻžāϝāĻŧthe sacristan → āĻ—āĻŋāĻ°ā§āϜāĻžāϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻ•Who duly pulls → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻŽāĻŽāϤ⧋ āϟāĻžāύ⧇āύthe heavy bell → āĻ­āĻžāϰ⧀ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāϟāĻŋFive and forty beads → āĻĒāρāϝāĻŧāϤāĻžāĻ˛ā§āϞāĻŋāĻļāϟāĻŋ āĻĻāĻžāύāĻžmust tell → āϗ⧁āύāϤ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧBetween each stroke → āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϟāĻŋ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡a warning knell → āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āϏāϤāĻ°ā§āĻ•āĻŦāĻžāĻ°ā§āϤāĻžāϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋWhich → āϝāĻžnot a soul → āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώāχcan choose but hear → āύāĻž āĻļ⧁āύ⧇ āĻĨāĻžāĻ•āϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇ āύāĻžFrom Bratha Head → āĻŦā§āϰāĻžāĻĨāĻž āĻšā§‡āĻĄ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇to Wyndermere → āωāχāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāĻžāϰāĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϝāĻ¨ā§āϤSaith Bracy the bard → āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰ⧇āϏāĻŋ āĻŦāϞ⧇āύSo let it knell → āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧇ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻž āĻŦāĻžāϜ⧁āĻ•And let → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻšāϤ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāĻ“the drowsy sacristan → āϤāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āϰāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻ¨ā§āύ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻ•āϕ⧇Still count → āĻāĻ–āύāĻ“ āϗ⧁āύāϤ⧇as slowly as he can → āϝāϤ āϧ⧀āϰ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇There is → āφāϛ⧇no lack → āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ…āĻ­āĻžāĻŦ āύ⧇āχof such → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āϰI ween → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧAs well fill up → āϝāĻž āĻĒā§‚āϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇the space between → āĻŽāĻžāĻā§‡āϰ āĻĢāĻžāρāĻ•āϟ⧁āϕ⧁In Langdale Pike → āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ‚āĻĄā§‡āϞ āĻĒāĻžāχāϕ⧇and Witch’s Lair → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āωāχāĻšā§‡āϰ āϗ⧁āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧAnd Dungeon-ghyll → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĄāĻžāύāϜāĻŋāϝāĻŧāύ-āϘāĻŋāϞ āωāĻĒāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻ•āĻžāϝāĻŧso foully rent → āĻ­ā§€āώāĻŖāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āĻŖWith ropes of rock → āĻĒāĻžāĻĨāϰ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻ–āĻžāρāĻœā§‡and bells of air → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏ⧇āϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϤ⧇Three sinful sextons’ ghosts → āϤāĻŋāύāϜāύ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒā§€ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāϕ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰ⧇āϤāĻžāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžare pent → āφāϟāĻ•āĻž āφāϛ⧇Who all → āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āϏāĻŦāĻžāχgive back → āĻĢāĻŋāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āϝāĻŧone after t’other → āĻāϕ⧇āϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ•

the death-note → āĻŽā§ƒāĻ¤ā§āϝ⧁āϰ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋto their living brother → āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻŋāϤ āϏāĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§€āϕ⧇And oft too → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāχby the knell offended → āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻ•ā§āϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇Just as → āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āϝāĻ–āύtheir one two three → āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻāĻ• āĻĻ⧁āχ āϤāĻŋāύis ended → āĻļ⧇āώ āĻšāϝāĻŧThe devil → āĻļāϝāĻŧāϤāĻžāύmocks → āωāĻĒāĻšāĻžāϏ āĻ•āϰ⧇the doleful tale → āĻļā§‹āϕ⧇āϰ āϏ⧁āϰāϕ⧇With a merry peal → āĻāĻ• āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇from Borodale → āĻŦā§‹āϰ⧋āĻĄā§‡āϞ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇The air → āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏis still → āύāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻŦā§āϧThrough mist and cloud → āϕ⧁āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻž āĻ“ āĻŽā§‡āϘ āϭ⧇āĻĻ āĻ•āϰ⧇That merry peal → āϏ⧇āχ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āϘāĻŖā§āϟāĻžāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋcomes ringing loud → āĻœā§‹āϰ⧇ āĻŦ⧇āĻœā§‡ āφāϏ⧇And Geraldine → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύshakes off → āĻā§‡āĻĄāĻŧ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞ⧇her dread → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ­āϝāĻŧAnd rises → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āωāϠ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāρāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧlightly → āĻšāĻžāϞāĻ•āĻžāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇from the bed → āĻŦāĻŋāĻ›āĻžāύāĻž āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇Puts on → āĻĒāϰ⧇ āύ⧇āϝāĻŧher silken vestments white → āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āϰ⧇āĻļāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāĻ•And tricks → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏāĻžāϜāĻžāϝāĻŧher hair → āϤāĻžāϰ āϚ⧁āϞin lovely plight → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇And nothing doubting → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āϏāĻ¨ā§āĻĻ⧇āĻš āύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇of her spell → āϤāĻžāϰ āϜāĻžāĻĻ⧁ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϕ⧇Awakens → āϜāĻžāĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϤ⧋āϞ⧇the lady Christabel → āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞāϕ⧇Sleep you → āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŋ āϘ⧁āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›sweet lady Christabel → āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞI trust → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāĻļāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻŋthat you have rested well → āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžāĻŽ āĻĒ⧇āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›And Christabel → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞawoke → āĻœā§‡āϗ⧇ āωāĻ āϞand spied → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞThe same → āϏ⧇āχ āĻāĻ•āχ āύāĻžāϰ⧀āϕ⧇who lay down → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύby her side → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļ⧇O rather say → āĻŦāϰāĻ‚ āĻŦāϞ⧋the same → āϏ⧇āχ āĻāĻ•āχ āύāĻžāϰ⧀āϕ⧇whom she → āϝāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏ⧇Raised up → āωāĻ āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻāύ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞbeneath the old oak tree → āĻĒ⧁āϰ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ“āĻ• āĻ—āĻžāϛ⧇āϰ āύāĻŋāϚ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇Nay → āύāĻž āĻŦāϰāĻ‚fairer yet → āφāϰāĻ“ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰand yet more fair → āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻŋ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰFor she → āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋbelike → āϏāĻŽā§āĻ­āĻŦāϤhath drunken deep → āĻ—āĻ­ā§€āϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāύ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇āύ

Of all → āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϤthe blessedness of sleep → āϘ⧁āĻŽā§‡āϰ āφāĻļā§€āĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻAnd while → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻ–āύshe spake → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύher looks → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‡āĻšāĻžāϰāĻžher air → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ­āĻ™ā§āĻ—āĻŋSuch gentle thankfulness → āĻāĻŽāύ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻœā§āĻžāϤāĻždeclare → āĻĒā§āϰāĻ•āĻžāĻļ āĻ•āϰāĻ›āĻŋāϞThat → āϝ⧇so it seemed → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋāϞher girded vests → āϤāĻžāϰ āφāρāϟāϏāĻžāρāϟ āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāĻ•Grew tight → āφāϰāĻ“ āϟāĻžāύāϟāĻžāύ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āωāĻ āϞbeneath → āύāĻŋāĻšā§‡her heaving breasts → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻ āĻžāύāĻžāĻŽāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻž āĻŦāĻ•ā§āώ⧇āϰSure → āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāϝāĻŧāχI have sinn’d → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋsaid Christabel → āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞ āĻŦāϞāϞNow → āĻāĻ–āύheaven be praised → āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āϗ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻ‚āϏāĻž āĻšā§‹āĻ•if all be well → āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āϏāĻŦ āĻ āĻŋāĻ• āĻĨāĻžāϕ⧇And → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚in low faltering tones → āĻŽā§ƒāĻĻ⧁ āĻ•āĻžāρāĻĒāĻž āĻ•āĻŖā§āϠ⧇yet sweet → āϤāĻŦ⧁āĻ“ āĻŽāϧ⧁āϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇Did she greet → āϏ⧇ āĻ…āĻ­āĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāύ āϜāĻžāύāĻžāϞthe lofty lady → āϏ⧁āĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āϘ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϕ⧇With such perplexity of mind → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­ā§āϰāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻŽāύ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇As dreams → āϝ⧇āĻŽāύ āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύtoo lively → āĻ…āĻ¤ā§āϝāĻ¨ā§āϤ āĻœā§€āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϤleave behind → āĻĒāĻŋāĻ›āύ⧇ āϰ⧇āϖ⧇ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ

Explanation:

This passage marks the transition from Part I to Part II of Christabel and deepens the poem’s Gothic atmosphere. Coleridge contrasts Christabel’s innocence and spiritual purity with the hidden influence of Geraldine’s supernatural spell. Although Christabel appears peaceful in sleep, she remains mentally disturbed and unable to understand the strange events of the previous night. The morning bell, Sir Leoline’s memories of his dead wife, and the legend of the ghostly sextons strengthen the Gothic setting by blending religious symbolism with supernatural folklore. In contrast, Geraldine wakes refreshed, confident, and beautiful, showing that her mysterious powers remain undiminished. Christabel’s guilty feeling—“Sure I have sinn’d!”—reveals the psychological effect of Geraldine’s spell. Thus, Coleridge skillfully combines Gothic imagery, symbolism, dramatic irony, and psychological conflict to show how innocence is gradually overpowered by hidden evil.

So quickly she rose, and quickly arrayed

Her maiden limbs, and having prayed

That He, who on the cross did groan,

Might wash away her sins unknown,

She forthwith led fair Geraldine

To meet her sire, Sir Leoline.

The lovely maid and the lady tall

Are pacing both into the hall,

And pacing on through page and groom,

Enter the Baron’s presence-room.

The Baron rose, and while he prest

His gentle daughter to his breast,

With cheerful wonder in his eyes

The lady Geraldine espies,

And gave such welcome to the same,

As might beseem so bright a dame!

But when he heard the lady’s tale,

And when she told her father’s name,

Why waxed Sir Leoline so pale,

Murmuring o’er the name again,

Lord Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine?

Alas! they had been friends in youth;

But whispering tongues can poison truth;

And constancy lives in realms above;

And life is thorny; and youth is vain;

And to be wroth with one we love

Doth work like madness in the brain.

And thus it chanced, as I divine,

With Roland and Sir Leoline.

Each spake words of high disdain

And insult to his heart’s best brother:

They parted—ne’er to meet again!

But never either found another

To free the hollow heart from paining—

They stood aloof, the scars remaining,

Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;

A dreary sea now flows between;—

But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,

Shall wholly do away, I ween,

The marks of that which once hath been.

Sir Leoline, a moment’s space,

Stood gazing on the damsel’s face:

And the youthful Lord of Tryermaine

Came back upon his heart again.

O then the Baron forgot his age,

His noble heart swelled high with rage;

He swore by the wounds in Jesu’s side

He would proclaim it far and wide,

With trump and solemn heraldry,

Translation in Bangla:

So quickly → āĻāϤ āĻĻā§āϰ⧁āϤ she rose → āϏ⧇ āωāϠ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāρāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϞ and quickly arrayed → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻā§āϰ⧁āϤ āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāĻ• āĻĒāϰāϞHer maiden limbs → āϤāĻžāϰ āϕ⧁āĻŽāĻžāϰ⧀ āĻĻ⧇āĻšā§‡ and having prayed → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰThat He → āϝ⧇āύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ who on the cross → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ•ā§āϰ⧁āĻļ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāϰ did groan → āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻ­ā§‹āĻ— āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύMight wash away → āĻŽā§āϛ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āύ her sins → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒāϗ⧁āϞ⧋ unknown → āĻ…āϜāĻžāύāĻžShe forthwith → āϏ⧇ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ led → āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ fair Geraldine → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāϕ⧇To meet → āϏāĻžāĻ•ā§āώāĻžā§Ž āĻ•āϰāĻžāϤ⧇ her sire → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ Sir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύ⧇āϰThe lovely maid → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€ and the lady tall → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āϘāĻĻ⧇āĻšā§€ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžAre pacing → āĻšā§‡āρāĻŸā§‡ āϚāϞ⧇āϛ⧇ both → āĻĻ⧁āϜāύ⧇āχ into the hall → āĻšāϞāϘāϰ⧇And pacing on → āĻāĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ āϚāϞāϤ⧇ through page and groom → āϭ⧃āĻ¤ā§āϝ āĻ“ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāϚāĻžāϰāĻ•āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇Enter → āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦ⧇āĻļ āĻ•āϰāϞ the Baron’s presence-room → āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ­āĻžāĻ•āĻ•ā§āώ⧇The Baron → āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ rose → āωāϠ⧇ āĻĻāĻžāρāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϞ⧇āύAnd while → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻ–āύ he prest → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϜāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϧāϰāϞ⧇āύHis gentle daughter → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ¸ā§āύ⧇āĻšā§‡āϰ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϕ⧇ to his breast → āĻŦ⧁āϕ⧇With cheerful wonder → āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇ in his eyes → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇The lady Geraldine → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāϕ⧇ espies → āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞ⧇āύAnd gave → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĻāĻŋāϞ⧇āύ such welcome → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻ…āĻ­ā§āϝāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž

To the same → āϤāĻžāϕ⧇As might beseem → āϝāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύāĻžāϝāĻŧso bright a dame → āĻāϤ āĻŽāĻšā§€āϝāĻŧāϏ⧀ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝBut when → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āϝāĻ–āύ he heard → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļ⧁āύāϞ⧇āύ the lady’s tale → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻžāĻšāĻŋāύāĻŋAnd when → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻ–āύ she told → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύ her father’s name → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽWhy waxed → āϕ⧇āύ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ⧇āύ Sir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύ so pale → āĻāϤ āĻĢā§āϝāĻžāĻ•āĻžāĻļ⧇Murmuring o’er → āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĄāĻŧāĻŦāĻŋāĻĄāĻŧ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻŦāϞāĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύ the name again → āϏ⧇āχ āύāĻžāĻŽāϟāĻŋ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰLord Roland de Vaux → āϞāĻ°ā§āĻĄ āϰ⧋āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄ āĻĻ⧇ āĻ­āĻ•ā§āϏ

of Tryermaine → āĻŸā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§‡āχāύ⧇āϰAlas → āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧthey had been → āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύfriends → āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁in youth → āϝ⧌āĻŦāύ⧇But → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁whispering tongues → āĻ•ā§ā§ŽāϏāĻžāϰ āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻžāύāĻŋcan poison → āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧇truth → āϏāĻ¤ā§āϝāϕ⧇And constancy → āφāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻ¸ā§āϤāϤāĻžlives → āĻŦāĻžāϏ āĻ•āϰ⧇in realms above → āĻ¸ā§āĻŦāĻ°ā§āĻ—ā§€āϝāĻŧ āϜāĻ—āϤ⧇And life → āφāϰ āĻœā§€āĻŦāύis thorny → āĻ•āĻŖā§āϟāĻ•āĻŽāϝāĻŧand youth → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝ⧌āĻŦāύis vain → āĻ•ā§āώāĻŖāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧā§€And to be wroth → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϰāĻžāĻ— āĻ•āϰāĻžwith one → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰwe love → āϝāĻžāϕ⧇ āφāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋDoth work → āĻ•āĻžāϜ āĻ•āϰ⧇like madness → āωāĻ¨ā§āĻŽāĻžāĻĻāύāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋in the brain → āĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϤāĻŋāĻˇā§āϕ⧇And thus → āĻāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇āχit chanced → āϘāĻŸā§‡āĻ›āĻŋāϞas I divine → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖāĻžāĻŽāϤ⧇With Roland → āϰ⧋āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄā§‡āϰand Sir Leoline → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇Each → āĻĒā§āϰāĻ¤ā§āϝ⧇āϕ⧇spake → āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞwords → āĻ•āĻĨāĻžof high disdain → āϚāϰāĻŽ āĻ…āĻŦāĻœā§āĻžāĻžāϰAnd insult → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ…āĻĒāĻŽāĻžāύto his heart’s best brother → āύāĻŋāĻœā§‡āϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁āϕ⧇They parted → āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āύ āĻšāϞ⧋ne’er to meet again → āφāϰ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āύāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝBut never → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“āχeither → āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϕ⧇āωāχfound another → āφāϰ āĻ•āĻžāωāϕ⧇ āϖ⧁āρāĻœā§‡ āĻĒ⧇āϞ āύāĻžTo free → āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āϤ āĻ•āϰāϤ⧇the hollow heart → āĻļā§‚āĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧāϕ⧇from paining → āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇They stood aloof → āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰ⧇ āϰāχāϞthe scars remaining → āĻ•ā§āώāϤāϚāĻŋāĻšā§āύ āϰāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞLike cliffs → āĻ–āĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋which had been → āϝāĻž āĻ›āĻŋāϞrent asunder → āĻĻ⧁āχ āĻ­āĻžāϗ⧇ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ­āĻ•ā§āϤA dreary sea → āĻāĻ• āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āύ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰnow flows between → āĻāĻ–āύ āĻŽāĻžāĻāĻ–āĻžāύ⧇ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻšā§āϛ⧇

But neither → āĻ•āĻŋāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧁ āύāĻžheat → āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻžāĻĒnor frost → āύāĻž āϤ⧁āώāĻžāϰnor thunder → āύāĻž āĻŦāĻœā§āϰāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋShall wholly → āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇do away → āĻŽā§āϛ⧇ āĻĢ⧇āϞāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦ⧇I ween → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏThe marks → āϚāĻŋāĻšā§āύāϗ⧁āϞ⧋of that → āϏ⧇āχ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āϰwhich once → āϝāĻž āĻāĻ•āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧhath been → āĻ›āĻŋāϞSir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύa moment’s space → āĻāĻ• āĻŽā§āĻšā§‚āĻ°ā§āϤStood gazing → āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϰāχāϞ⧇āύon the damsel’s face → āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€āϰ āĻŽā§āϖ⧇āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇And the youthful → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖLord of Tryermaine → āĻŸā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§‡āχāύ⧇āϰ āϞāĻ°ā§āĻĄCame back → āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧇ āĻāϞ⧇āύupon his heart again → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇āϰ āĻ¸ā§āĻŽā§ƒāϤāĻŋāϤ⧇O then → āĻ“āĻš āϤāĻ–āύthe Baron → āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύforgot → āϭ⧁āϞ⧇ āϗ⧇āϞ⧇āύhis age → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāϝāĻŧāϏHis noble heart → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻšā§Ž āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧswelled high → āωāĻ¤ā§āϤ⧇āϜāύāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ­āϰ⧇ āωāĻ āϞwith rage → āĻ•ā§āϰ⧋āϧ⧇He swore → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧇āύby the wounds → āĻ•ā§āώāϤ⧇āϰ āύāĻžāĻŽā§‡in Jesu’s side → āϝāĻŋāĻļ⧁āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻļā§āĻŦāĻĻ⧇āĻļ⧇āϰHe would proclaim → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ˜ā§‹āώāĻŖāĻž āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇āύit far and wide → āϚāĻžāϰāĻĻāĻŋāϕ⧇ āĻĻā§‚āϰāĻĻā§‚āϰāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤ⧇With trump → āϤ⧁āϰ⧀ āĻŦāĻžāϜāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇and solemn heraldry → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāύ⧁āĻˇā§āĻ āĻžāύāĻŋāĻ• āĻ˜ā§‹āώāĻŖāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āϝāĻŽā§‡

Explanation:

This passage highlights Christabel’s innocence, religious faith, and kindness as she leads Geraldine to Sir Leoline. The meeting between Sir Leoline and Geraldine introduces the theme of reconciliation through the revelation that Geraldine is the daughter of Lord Roland de Vaux, Sir Leoline’s former friend. Coleridge explains how misunderstanding and pride destroyed a deep friendship, emphasizing the tragic effects of human anger and wounded pride. The image of the two friends separated “like cliffs which had been rent asunder” is a powerful metaphor for broken relationships that can never be fully healed. While Sir Leoline is filled with joy at the hope of renewing the old friendship, the reader recognizes the dramatic irony that Geraldine is not the innocent lady she appears to be. Thus, Coleridge combines pathos, symbolism, dramatic irony, and Gothic suspense to show how appearances deceive and how hidden evil exploits human emotions and past memories.

That they, who thus had wronged the dame,

Were base as spotted infamy!

‘And if they dare deny the same,

My herald shall appoint a week,

And let the recreant traitors seek

My tourney court—that there and then

I may dislodge their reptile souls

From the bodies and forms of men!’

He spake: his eye in lightning rolls!

For the lady was ruthlessly seized; and he kenned

In the beautiful lady the child of his friend!

And now the tears were on his face,

And fondly in his arms he took

Fair Geraldine, who met the embrace,

Prolonging it with joyous look.

Which when she viewed, a vision fell

Upon the soul of Christabel,

The vision of fear, the touch and pain!

She shrunk and shuddered, and saw again—

(Ah, woe is me! Was it for thee,

Thou gentle maid! such sights to see?)

Again she saw that bosom old,

Again she felt that bosom cold,

And drew in her breath with a hissing sound:

Whereat the Knight turned wildly round,

And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid

With eyes upraised, as one that prayed.

The touch, the sight, had passed away,

And in its stead that vision blest,

Which comforted her after-rest

While in the lady’s arms she lay,

Had put a rapture in her breast,

And on her lips and o’er her eyes

Spread smiles like light!

                      With new surprise,

‘What ails then my belovèd child?

The Baron said—His daughter mild

Made answer, ‘All will yet be well!’

I ween, she had no power to tell

Aught else: so mighty was the spell.

Yet he, who saw this Geraldine,

Had deemed her sure a thing divine:

Such sorrow with such grace she blended,

As if she feared she had offended

Sweet Christabel, that gentle maid!

And with such lowly tones she prayed

She might be sent without delay

Home to her father’s mansion.

                      ‘Nay!

Nay, by my soul!’ said Leoline.

‘Ho! Bracy the bard, the charge be thine!

Go thou, with sweet music and loud,

And take two steeds with trappings proud,

And take the youth whom thou lov’st best

To bear thy harp, and learn thy song,

And clothe you both in solemn vest,

And over the mountains haste along,

Lest wandering folk, that are abroad,

Detain you on the valley road.

Translation in Bangla:

That they → āϝ⧇ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž who thus → āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ had wronged → āĻ…āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āϰ⧇āϛ⧇ the dame → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋWere → āĻ›āĻŋāϞ base → āύ⧀āϚ as spotted infamy → āĻ•āϞāĻ™ā§āĻ•āĻŋāϤ āϕ⧁āĻ–ā§āϝāĻžāϤāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋And if → āφāϰ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ they dare → āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϏāĻžāĻšāϏ āĻ•āϰ⧇ deny the same → āĻ āĻ•āĻĨāĻž āĻ…āĻ¸ā§āĻŦā§€āĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇My herald → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ˜ā§‹āώāĻ• shall appoint → āύāĻŋāĻ°ā§āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇ a week → āĻāĻ• āϏāĻĒā§āϤāĻžāĻšā§‡āϰ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧAnd let → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏ⧁āϝ⧋āĻ— āĻĻāĻŋāĻ• the recreant traitors → āĻ•āĻžāĻĒ⧁āϰ⧁āώ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāϘāĻžāϤāĻ•āĻĻ⧇āϰ seek → āĻāϏ⧇ āωāĻĒāĻ¸ā§āĻĨāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϤ⧇My tourney court → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āĻĻā§āĻŦāϝ⧁āĻĻā§āϧ⧇āϰ āĻ…āĻ™ā§āĻ—āύ⧇That there and then → āϝāĻžāϤ⧇ āϏ⧇āĻ–āĻžāύ⧇āχ āϤāĻ–āύI may dislodge → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦ⧇āϰ āĻ•āϰ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋTheir reptile souls → āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϏāϰ⧀āϏ⧃āĻĒāϏāĻŽ āφāĻ¤ā§āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇From the bodies → āĻĻ⧇āĻš āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇and forms of men → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŽāĻžāύ⧁āώ⧇āϰ āφāĻ•ā§ƒāϤāĻŋ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇He spake → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύHis eye → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āĻ–in lightning rolls → āĻŦāĻœā§āϰ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋ āĻœā§āĻŦāϞ⧇ āωāĻ āϞFor → āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖthe lady → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžwas ruthlessly seized → āύāĻŋāĻˇā§āϠ⧁āϰāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇ āĻ…āĻĒāĻšā§ƒāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύand he kenned → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϚāĻŋāύāϤ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰāϞ⧇āύIn the beautiful lady → āϏ⧇āχ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ⧇the child → āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϕ⧇of his friend → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁āϰAnd now → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻ–āύthe tears → āĻ…āĻļā§āϰ⧁were on his face → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āϖ⧇ āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āĻāϞ⧋And fondly → āĻ¸ā§āύ⧇āĻšāĻ­āϰ⧇in his arms → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤ⧇he took → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϜāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϧāϰāϞ⧇āύFair Geraldine → āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāϕ⧇who met → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ—ā§āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧇āύthe embrace → āφāϞāĻŋāĻ™ā§āĻ—āύāϟāĻŋProlonging it → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻž āĻĻā§€āĻ°ā§āϘ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧇āύwith joyous look → āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻĻ⧃āĻˇā§āϟāĻŋāϤ⧇Which → āϝāĻžwhen she viewed → āϝāĻ–āύ āϏ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞa vision → āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝfell upon → āύ⧇āĻŽā§‡ āĻāϞ⧋the soul → āĻŽāύ⧇āϰ āωāĻĒāϰof Christabel → āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞ⧇āϰThe vision → āĻāĻ•āϟāĻŋ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝof fear → āĻ­āϝāĻŧ⧇āϰthe touch and pain → āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļ āĻ“ āϝāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āϰāĻŖāĻžāϰ

She shrunk → āϏ⧇ āϏāĻ™ā§āϕ⧁āϚāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϞ⧋and shuddered → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϕ⧇āρāĻĒ⧇ āωāĻ āϞand saw again → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āφāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞAh woe is me → āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āĻ­āĻžāĻ—ā§āϝWas it for thee → āĻ āĻ•āĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝāχ āĻ›āĻŋāϞThou gentle maid → āĻšā§‡ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€such sights → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝto see → āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝAgain → āφāĻŦāĻžāϰshe saw → āϏ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞthat bosom → āϏ⧇āχ āĻŦāĻ•ā§āώold → āφāϗ⧇āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋Again → āφāĻŦāĻžāϰshe felt → āϏ⧇ āĻ…āύ⧁āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•āϰāϞthat bosom → āϏ⧇āχ āĻŦāĻ•ā§āώcold → āĻļā§€āϤāϞAnd drew in → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻŸā§‡āύ⧇ āύāĻŋāϞher breath → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏwith a hissing sound → āĻĢā§‹āρāϏāĻĢā§‹āρāϏ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ⧇Whereat → āĻāϤ⧇the Knight → āĻŦā§€āϰāϝ⧋āĻĻā§āϧāĻžturned wildly round → āĻšāĻ āĻžā§Ž āϘ⧁āϰ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻ•āĻžāϞ⧇āύAnd nothing saw → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁āχ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āϞ⧇āύ āύāĻžbut → āĻļ⧁āϧ⧁his own sweet maid → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϕ⧇With eyes upraised → āĻšā§‹āĻ– āωāĻĒāϰ⧇ āϤ⧋āϞāĻžas one → āϝ⧇āύ āϕ⧇āωthat prayed → āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻ•āϰāϛ⧇The touch → āĻ¸ā§āĻĒāĻ°ā§āĻļāϟāĻŋthe sight → āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝāϟāĻŋ had passed away → āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞAnd in its stead → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŦāĻ°ā§āϤ⧇that vision blest → āϏ⧇āχ āφāĻļā§€āĻ°ā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĻ⧃āĻļā§āϝWhich comforted her → āϝāĻž āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āϏāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻ¤ā§āĻŦāύāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞafter-rest → āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžāĻŽā§‡āϰ āĻĒāϰ⧇While → āϝāĻ–āύin the lady’s arms → āĻ­āĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤ⧇she lay → āϏ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ›āĻŋāϞHad put → āĻ­āϰ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞa rapture → āĻ…āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŦ āφāύāĻ¨ā§āĻĻin her breast → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§ƒāĻĻāϝāĻŧ⧇And on her lips → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ ā§‹āρāĻŸā§‡and o’er her eyes → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§‹āϖ⧇Spread → āĻ›āĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϞsmiles → āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋlike light → āφāϞ⧋āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧋With new surprise → āύāϤ⧁āύ āĻŦāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧ⧇What ails → āϕ⧀ āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇then → āϤāĻŦ⧇my beloved child → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āϏāĻ¨ā§āϤāĻžāύThe Baron said → āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύHis daughter mild → āϤāĻžāϰ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžMade answer → āωāĻ¤ā§āϤāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϞAll will yet be well → āϏāĻŦāχ āĻāĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋ āĻšāĻŦ⧇I ween → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻšāϝāĻŧ

she had → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ›āĻŋāϞ āύāĻžno power → āϕ⧋āύ⧋ āĻ•ā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻžto tell → āĻŦāϞāĻžāϰAught else → āφāϰ āĻ•āĻŋāϛ⧁So mighty → āĻāϤ āĻļāĻ•ā§āϤāĻŋāĻļāĻžāϞ⧀ āĻ›āĻŋāϞwas the spell → āϏ⧇āχ āϜāĻžāĻĻ⧁Yet → āϤāĻŦ⧁āĻ“he → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋwho saw → āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĻ⧇āϖ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύthis Geraldine → āĻāχ āĻœā§‡āϰāĻžāĻ˛ā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāϕ⧇Had deemed → āĻŽāύ⧇ āĻ•āϰ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύher sure → āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āϚāĻŋāϤāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇a thing divine → āĻāĻ• āϐāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ• āϏāĻ¤ā§āϤāĻžSuch sorrow → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻĻ⧁āσāĻ–with such grace → āĻāĻŽāύ āϏ⧌āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāĻ°ā§āϝ⧇āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇she blended → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύAs if → āϝ⧇āύshe feared → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻžāĻšā§āĻ›āĻŋāϞ⧇āύshe had offended → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ•āĻˇā§āϟ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύSweet Christabel → āĻ¸ā§āύāĻŋāĻ—ā§āϧ āĻ•ā§āϰāĻŋāĻ¸ā§āϟāĻžāĻŦ⧇āϞāϕ⧇that gentle maid → āϏ⧇āχ āϕ⧋āĻŽāϞ āϤāϰ⧁āĻŖā§€āϕ⧇And with → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚such lowly tones → āĻāϤ āĻŦāĻŋāύ⧀āϤ āĻ•āĻŖā§āϠ⧇she prayed → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧁āϰ⧋āϧ āĻ•āϰāϞ⧇āύShe might be sent → āϝ⧇āύ āϤāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāĻ āĻžāύ⧋ āĻšāϝāĻŧwithout delay → āĻŦāĻŋāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦ āύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇Home → āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϤ⧇to her father’s mansion → āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻ⧇Nay Nay → āύāĻž āύāĻžby my soul → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϪ⧇āϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨsaid Leoline → āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύ āĻŦāϞāϞ⧇āύHo Bracy the bard → āĻāχ āĻŦā§āϰ⧇āϏāĻŋ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋthe charge → āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŋāĻ¤ā§āĻŦbe thine → āĻŽāĻžāϰ

Go thou → āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻžāĻ“with sweet music → āĻŽāϧ⧁āϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§€āϤ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇and loud → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āωāĻšā§āϚāĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ⧇And take → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āύāĻžāĻ“two steeds → āĻĻ⧁āϟāĻŋ āĻ˜ā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻžwith trappings proud → āϜāĻžāρāĻ•āϜāĻŽāĻ•āĻĒā§‚āĻ°ā§āĻŖ āϏāĻžāϜāϏāĻœā§āϜāĻžāϏāĻšAnd take → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āύāĻžāĻ“the youth → āϏ⧇āχ āϝ⧁āĻŦāĻ•āϕ⧇whom thou lov’st best → āϝāĻžāϕ⧇ āϤ⧁āĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇ āĻ­āĻžāϞ⧋āĻŦāĻžāϏ⧋To bear → āĻŦāĻšāύ āĻ•āϰāĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝthy harp → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§€āĻŖāĻžand learn → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļ⧇āĻ–āĻžāϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝthy song → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ—āĻžāύAnd clothe → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāĻ• āĻĒāϰāĻžāĻ“you both → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĻ⧁āϜāύāϕ⧇in solemn vest → āĻ—āĻŽā§āĻ­ā§€āϰ āφāύ⧁āĻˇā§āĻ āĻžāύāĻŋāĻ• āĻĒā§‹āĻļāĻžāϕ⧇And over the mountains → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻĒ⧇āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇haste along → āĻĻā§āϰ⧁āϤ āĻāĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“Lest → āϝ⧇āύ āύāĻžwandering folk → āĻĒāĻĨāϚāĻžāϰ⧀ āϞ⧋āϕ⧇āϰāĻžthat are abroad → āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻžāχāϰ⧇ āφāϛ⧇Detain you → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āφāϟāϕ⧇ āϰāĻžāϖ⧇on the valley road → āωāĻĒāĻ¤ā§āϝāĻ•āĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨ⧇

Explanation:

This passage reveals the height of dramatic irony in Christabel. Sir Leoline warmly welcomes Geraldine, believing her to be the innocent daughter of his long-lost friend, Lord Roland de Vaux, while the reader knows that she is a mysterious and dangerous woman. Christabel briefly recalls Geraldine’s terrifying supernatural form, but the spell cast upon her prevents her from revealing the truth. Coleridge effectively contrasts appearance and reality by presenting Geraldine as graceful, sorrowful, and innocent on the outside, while hiding her sinister nature beneath that beauty. The passage also emphasizes the power of Geraldine’s supernatural spell, which silences Christabel and deceives Sir Leoline completely. Through dramatic irony, Gothic suspense, symbolism, and psychological conflict, Coleridge reinforces the central theme that evil often triumphs by disguising itself as innocence and beauty.

‘And when he has crossed the Irthing flood,

My merry bard! he hastes, he hastes

Up Knorren Moor, through Halegarth Wood,

And reaches soon that castle good

Which stands and threatens Scotland’s wastes.

‘Bard Bracy! bard Bracy! your horses are fleet,

Ye must ride up the hall, your music so sweet,

More loud than your horses’ echoing feet!

And loud and loud to Lord Roland call,

Thy daughter is safe in Langdale hall!

Thy beautiful daughter is safe and free—

Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me!

He bids thee come without delay

With all thy numerous array

And take thy lovely daughter home:

And he will meet thee on the way

With all his numerous array

White with their panting palfreys’ foam:

And, by mine honour! I will say,

That I repent me of the day

When I spake words of fierce disdain

To Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine!—

—For since that evil hour hath flown,

Many a summer’s sun hath shone;

Yet ne’er found I a friend again

Like Roland de Vaux of Tryermaine.

Translation in Bangla:

And when → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϝāĻ–āύ he has crossed → āϏ⧇ āĻĒāĻžāϰ āĻšāĻŦ⧇ the Irthing flood → āχāĻ°ā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻ‚ āύāĻĻā§€My merry bard → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋhe hastes → āϏ⧇ āĻĻā§āϰ⧁āϤ āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇ he hastes → āϏ⧇ āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āĻāĻ—āĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻŦ⧇Up Knorren Moor → āύāϰ⧇āύ āĻŽā§āϰ⧇āϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇through Halegarth Wood → āĻšā§‡āϞāĻ—āĻžāĻ°ā§āĻĨ āĻ…āϰāĻŖā§āϝ⧇āϰ āĻŽāĻ§ā§āϝ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇And reaches soon → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻļā§€āĻ˜ā§āϰāχ āĻĒ⧌āρāĻ›āĻžāĻŦ⧇that castle good → āϏ⧇āχ āĻŽāĻšā§Ž āĻĻ⧁āĻ°ā§āϗ⧇Which stands → āϝāĻž āĻĻāĻžāρāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āφāϛ⧇and threatens → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āĻ­āϝāĻŧ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻžāϝāĻŧScotland’s wastes → āĻ¸ā§āĻ•āϟāĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄā§‡āϰ āϜāύāĻļā§‚āĻ¨ā§āϝ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻ¨ā§āϤāϰāϕ⧇Bard Bracy → āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰ⧇āϏāĻŋbard Bracy → āĻ•āĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰ⧇āϏāĻŋyour horses → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ˜ā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϗ⧁āϞ⧋are fleet → āϖ⧁āĻŦ āĻĻā§āϰ⧁āϤāĻ—āĻžāĻŽā§€Ye must ride → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āϛ⧁āĻŸā§‡ āϝ⧇āϤ⧇ āĻšāĻŦ⧇up the hall → āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦ⧇āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒāĻ°ā§āϝāĻ¨ā§āϤyour music → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āĻ—ā§€āϤso sweet → āĻāϤ āĻŽāϧ⧁āϰMore loud → āφāϰāĻ“ āĻœā§‹āϰ⧇than your horses’ echoing feet → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ˜ā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻ§ā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āϖ⧁āϰ⧇āϰ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšā§‡āϝāĻŧ⧇āĻ“And loud and loud → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āωāĻšā§āϚāĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ⧇ āωāĻšā§āϚāĻ¸ā§āĻŦāϰ⧇to Lord Roland → āϞāĻ°ā§āĻĄ āϰ⧋āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄāϕ⧇call → āĻĄāĻžāĻ•āĻŦ⧇Thy daughter → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžis safe → āύāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻĻ⧇ āφāϛ⧇in Langdale hall → āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ‚āĻĄā§‡āϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻ⧇Thy beautiful daughter → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏ⧁āĻ¨ā§āĻĻāϰ⧀ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžis safe and free → āύāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻĻ āĻ“ āĻŽā§āĻ•ā§āϤ āφāϛ⧇Sir Leoline → āĻ¸ā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻ“āϞāĻžāχāύgreets thee → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻļ⧁āϭ⧇āĻšā§āĻ›āĻž āϜāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇āύthus through me → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻ§ā§āϝāĻŽā§‡ āĻāĻ­āĻžāĻŦ⧇He bids thee → āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϕ⧇ āĻŦāϞ⧇āύcome → āĻāϏ⧋without delay → āĻŦāĻŋāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦ āύāĻž āĻ•āϰ⧇With all → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϤthy numerous array → āĻŦāĻšā§āϏāĻ‚āĻ–ā§āϝāĻ• āĻ…āύ⧁āϚāϰāĻĻ⧇āϰ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇And take → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇ āϝāĻžāĻ“thy lovely daughter → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻ•āĻ¨ā§āϝāĻžāϕ⧇home → āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϤ⧇

And he → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋwill meet thee → āϤ⧋āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻ™ā§āϗ⧇ āĻĻ⧇āĻ–āĻž āĻ•āϰāĻŦ⧇āύon the way → āĻĒāĻĨ⧇With all → āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽāĻ¸ā§āϤhis numerous array → āĻŦāĻšā§āϏāĻ‚āĻ–ā§āϝāĻ• āĻ…āύ⧁āϚāϰāĻĻ⧇āϰ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇White → āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧ⧇with their panting palfreys’ foam → āϤāĻžāĻĻ⧇āϰ āĻšāĻžāρāĻĒāĻžāύ⧋ āĻ˜ā§‹āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĢ⧇āύāĻžāϝāĻŧAnd → āĻāĻŦāĻ‚by mine honour → āφāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāĻžāύ⧇āϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻ•āϰ⧇I will say → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāĻŦThat → āϝ⧇I repent me → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ…āύ⧁āϤāĻĒā§āϤof the day → āϏ⧇āχ āĻĻāĻŋāύ⧇āϰ āϜāĻ¨ā§āϝWhen I spake → āϝāĻ–āύ āφāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞ⧇āĻ›āĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽwords → āĻ•āĻĨāĻžof fierce disdain → āϤ⧀āĻŦā§āϰ āĻ…āĻŦāĻœā§āĻžāĻžāϰTo Roland de Vaux → āϰ⧋āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄ āĻĻ⧇ āĻ­āĻ•ā§āϏāϕ⧇of Tryermaine → āĻŸā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§‡āχāύ⧇āϰFor since → āĻ•āĻžāϰāĻŖ āϏ⧇āχ āĻĨ⧇āϕ⧇that evil hour → āϏ⧇āχ āĻ…āĻļ⧁āĻ­ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧhath flown → āϚāϞ⧇ āϗ⧇āϛ⧇Many a summer’s sun → āĻ…āύ⧇āĻ• āĻ—ā§āϰ⧀āĻˇā§āĻŽā§‡āϰ āϏ⧂āĻ°ā§āϝhath shone → āφāϞ⧋ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧ⧇āϛ⧇Yet → āϤāĻŦ⧁āĻ“ne’er found I → āφāĻŽāĻŋ āφāϰ āĻ•āĻ–āύāĻ“ āĻĒāĻžāχāύāĻŋa friend again → āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻ¨ā§āϧ⧁Like → āϝ⧇āĻŽāύRoland de Vaux → āϰ⧋āĻ˛ā§āϝāĻžāĻ¨ā§āĻĄ āĻĻ⧇ āĻ­āĻ•ā§āϏof Tryermaine → āĻŸā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§‡āχāύ⧇āϰ

Explanation:

This passage highlights Sir Leoline’s deep remorse and his desire for reconciliation with his old friend, Lord Roland de Vaux. Believing Geraldine to be Roland’s innocent daughter, he immediately arranges for Bracy to carry the joyful news and invites Roland to the castle with honour and respect. Coleridge presents the destructive effects of pride and misunderstanding through Sir Leoline’s regret over their broken friendship. However, the reader is aware through dramatic irony that Geraldine is not what she appears to be, making Sir Leoline’s trust both touching and tragic. Thus, the passage combines pathos, dramatic irony, and Gothic suspense, emphasizing the themes of friendship, repentance, deception, and the contrast between appearance and reality.


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