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 baleâ
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 isâ
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 thineâ
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, tuâwhoo! tuâwhoo!
Tuâwhoo! tuâwhoo! 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 shedsâ
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 â āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāϞ a lovely sight â āĻāĻ āĻŽāύā§āϰāĻŽ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝ to see â āĻĻā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤā§The lady Christabel â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞ when she â āϝāĻāύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋWas praying â āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻāϰāĻāĻŋāϞā§āύ at the old oak tree â āĻĒā§āϰā§āύ⧠āĻāĻ āĻāĻžāĻā§āϰ āύāĻŋāĻā§Amid â āĻŽāĻžāĻāĻāĻžāύ⧠the jagged shadows â āĻāĻžāĻāĻāĻāĻžāĻāĻž āĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰOf mossy leafless boughs â āĻļā§āϝāĻžāĻāϞāĻžāϧāϰāĻž āĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžāĻšā§āύ āĻĄāĻžāϞāĻĒāĻžāϞāĻžāϰKneeling â āĻšāĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧā§ in the moonlight â āĻāĻžāĻāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāϞā§āϝāĻŧTo make â āĻāϰāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝ her gentle vows â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻžHer slender palms â āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāϰ⧠āĻšāĻžāϤāĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ together prest â āĻāĻāϤā§āϰ⧠āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧ āĻāϰāĻž āĻāĻŋāϞHeaving sometimes â āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻ āĻžāύāĻžāĻŽāĻž āĻāϰāĻāĻŋāϞ on her breast â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āĻā§Her face â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ resigned â āϏāĻŽāϰā§āĻĒāĻŋāϤ to bliss or bale â āϏā§āĻ āĻŦāĻž āĻĻā§āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻā§Her face â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻ oh call it â āĻāĻš āĻāĻā§ āĻŦāϞ⧠fair not pale â āĻĢāϰā§āϏāĻž, āĻĢā§āϝāĻžāĻāĻžāĻļā§ āύāϝāĻŧAnd both blue eyes â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āύā§āϞ āĻā§āĻ more bright than clear â āϏā§āĻŦāĻā§āĻāϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻŦā§āĻļāĻŋ āĻāĻā§āĻā§āĻŦāϞEach â āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻāĻŋāϤ⧠about to have â āϝā§āύ āĻāϏāϤ⧠āĻāϞā§āĻā§ a tear â āĻāĻ āĻĢā§āĻāĻāĻž āĻ āĻļā§āϰā§With open eyes â āĻā§āϞāĻž āĻā§āĻā§ ah woe is me â āĻāĻšāĻž āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰAsleep â āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ and dreaming fearfully â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāϝāĻŧāĻāĻāϰ āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻā§āĻāĻā§Fearfully dreaming â āĻāϝāĻŧāĻāĻāϰ āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻā§āĻāϤ⧠āĻĻā§āĻāϤ⧠yet I wis â āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āĻāĻŋāϤāĻāĻžāĻŦā§Dreaming â āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύ āĻĻā§āĻāĻā§ that alone â āĻļā§āϧ⧠āϏā§āĻāĻžāĻ which is â āϝāĻž āϏāϤā§āϝO sorrow and shame â āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻĻā§āĻāĻ āĻ āϞāĻā§āĻāĻžCan this be â āĻ āĻāĻŋ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧠she â āϏā§āĻ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋThe lady â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž who knelt â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧā§ āĻŦāϏā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύ at the old oak tree â āĻĒā§āϰā§āύ⧠āĻāĻ āĻāĻžāĻā§āϰ āύāĻŋāĻā§And lo â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āĻā§The worker â āϏā§āώā§āĻāĻŋāĻāĻžāϰ⧠of these harms â āĻāĻ āĻ āĻŽāĻā§āĻāϞā§āϰThat holds â āϝ⧠āϧāϰ⧠āϰā§āĻā§āĻā§ the maiden â āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§āĻā§ in her arms â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤā§Seems â āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧ to slumber â āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻā§ still and mild â āĻļāĻžāύā§āϤ āĻ āϏā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§As a mother â āϝā§āĻŽāύ āĻāĻāĻāύ āĻŽāĻž with her child â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻļāĻŋāĻļā§āĻā§ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§A star â āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž hath set â āĻ āϏā§āϤ āĻā§āĻā§A star â āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϤāĻžāϰāĻž hath risen â āĻāĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§O Geraldine â āĻāĻš āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύSince â āϝā§āĻšā§āϤ⧠arms of thine â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§Have been â āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§ the lovely lady’s prison â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāϰāĻžāĻāĻžāϰO Geraldine â āĻāĻš āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύOne hour â āĻāĻ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻž was thine â āĻāĻŋāϞ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰThou’st had â āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻ thy will â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻā§āĻāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāĻŖBy tairn and rill â āĻšā§āϰāĻĻ āĻāϰ āĻāϰāύāĻžāϰ āϧāĻžāϰā§The night-birds âāϰāĻžāϤā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻŋāϰāĻž all that hour â āϏā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰ⧠āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ were still â āύā§āϰāĻŦ āĻāĻŋāϞBut now â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāĻāύThey are â āϤāĻžāϰāĻž jubilant anew â āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāύāύā§āĻĻā§ āĻŽā§āĻāϰFrom cliff and tower â āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧā§āϰ āĻāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻĸāĻžāϞ āĻāϰ āĻŽāĻŋāύāĻžāϰ āĻĨā§āĻā§Tu-whoo Tu-whoo â āĻā§-āĻšā§ āĻā§-āĻšā§Tu-whoo Tu-whoo â āĻā§-āĻšā§ āĻā§-āĻšā§
From wood and fell â āĻŦāύ āĻāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻĨā§āĻā§And see â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āĻā§The lady Christabel â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞGathers herself â āύāĻŋāĻā§āĻā§ āϏāĻžāĻŽāϞ⧠āύā§āϝāĻŧ from out her trance â āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽā§āĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻ āĻŦāϏā§āĻĨāĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§Her limbs â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ āĻā§āĻāĻĒā§āϰāϤā§āϝāĻā§āĻ relax â āĻļāĻŋāĻĨāĻŋāϞ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧHer countenance â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻāĻŽāĻŖā§āĻĄāϞGrows â āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻ ā§ sad and soft â āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āύ āĻ āĻā§āĻŽāϞThe smooth thin lids â āĻŽāϏā§āĻŖ āĻĒāĻžāϤāϞāĻž āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāϤāĻžClose o’er â āĻŦāύā§āϧ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ her eyes â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰAnd tears â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻ āĻļā§āϰ⧠she sheds â āϏ⧠āĻāϰāĻžāϝāĻŧLarge tears â āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻŦāĻĄāĻŧ āĻ āĻļā§āϰā§āĻŦāĻŋāύā§āĻĻā§That leave â āϝāĻž āϰā§āĻā§ āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ the lashes â āĻā§āĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ bright â āĻāĻā§āĻā§āĻŦāϞAnd oft the while â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏā§āĻ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧā§ āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻŦāĻžāϰShe seems â āϏ⧠āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧ to smile â āĻšāĻžāϏāĻā§As infants â āϝā§āĻŽāύ āĻļāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžAt a sudden light â āĻšāĻ āĻžā§ āĻāϞ⧠āĻĻā§āĻā§
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 poemâthe conflict between innocence and supernatural evilâand 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 strokeâa 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 sideâ
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 â āĻšā§āϝāĻžāĻ she doth smile â āϏ⧠āĻšāĻžāϏāĻā§ and she doth weep â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏ⧠āĻāĻžāĻāĻĻāĻā§āĻLike â āϝā§āύ a youthful hermitess â āĻāĻ āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§ āϏāύā§āύā§āϝāĻžāϏāĻŋāύā§Beauteous â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠in a wilderness â āύāĻŋāϰā§āĻāύ āĻŦāύā§Who â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ praying always â āϏāĻŦāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻāϰā§āύ prays in sleep â āĻāĻŽāύāĻāĻŋ āĻā§āĻŽā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝā§āĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻāϰā§āύAnd if â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ she move â āϏ⧠āύāĻĄāĻŧā§ āĻāĻ ā§ unquietly â āĻ āϏā§āĻĨāĻŋāϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§Perchance â āĻšāϝāĻŧāϤ⧒tis but â āĻāĻāĻŋ āĻļā§āϧā§
the blood â āϰāĻā§āϤso free â āϏā§āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻžāĻŦāĻŋāĻāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§Comes back â āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧠āĻāϏā§and tingles â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŋāύāĻāĻŋāύ āĻāϰā§in her feet â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāϝāĻŧā§No doubt â āύāĻŋāĻāϏāύā§āĻĻā§āĻšā§she hath â āϏ⧠āĻĒā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻā§a vision sweet â āĻāĻ āĻŽāϧā§āϰ āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύWhat if â āϝāĻĻāĻŋher guardian spirit â āϤāĻžāϰ āϰāĻā§āώāĻžāĻāϰā§āϤāĻž āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻž’twere â āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĨāĻžāĻā§What if â āϝāĻĻāĻŋshe knew â āϏ⧠āĻ āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰā§her mother â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§near â āĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻāĻŋBut this â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāĻā§āĻā§she knows â āϏ⧠āĻāĻžāύā§in joys and woes â āϏā§āĻā§ āĻ āĻĻā§āĻāĻā§That â āϝā§saints â āϏāĻžāϧā§āϰāĻžwill aid â āϏāĻžāĻšāĻžāϝā§āϝ āĻāϰāĻŦā§āύif men â āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āĻŽāĻžāύā§āώwill call â āĻĄāĻžāĻā§For â āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖthe blue sky â āύā§āϞ āĻāĻāĻžāĻļbends over â āĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻā§all â āϏāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰPART II â āĻĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤā§āϝāĻŧ āĻ āĻāĻļEach matin bell â āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻāĻŋ āĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋ
the Baron saith â āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ āĻŦāϞā§āύKnells us back â āĻāĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĢāĻŋāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĄāĻžāĻā§to a world of death â āĻŽā§āϤā§āϝā§āϰ āĻāĻāϤā§These words â āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨāĻžāĻā§āϞā§Sir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύfirst said â āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻŽ āĻŦāϞā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύWhen he rose â āϝāĻāύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻ āϞā§āύand found â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āĻāϞā§āύhis lady â āϤāĻžāϰ āϏā§āϤā§āϰā§āĻā§dead â āĻŽā§āϤThese words â āĻāĻ āĻāĻĨāĻžāĻā§āϞā§Sir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύwill say â āĻŦāϞāĻŦā§āύMany a morn â āĻ āύā§āĻ āϏāĻāĻžāϞā§to his dying day â āĻŽā§āϤā§āϝā§āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāύ āĻĒāϰā§āϝāύā§āϤAnd hence â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏā§āĻāĻžāύ āĻĨā§āĻā§āĻthe custom and law â āĻĒā§āϰāĻĨāĻž āĻ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻŽbegan â āĻļā§āϰ⧠āĻšāϞā§That still â āϝ⧠āĻāĻāύāĻat dawn â āĻā§āϰāĻŦā§āϞāĻžāϝāĻŧthe sacristan â āĻāĻŋāϰā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻWho duly pulls â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻŽāĻŽāϤ⧠āĻāĻžāύā§āύthe heavy bell â āĻāĻžāϰ⧠āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāĻāĻŋFive and forty beads â āĻĒāĻāϝāĻŧāϤāĻžāϞā§āϞāĻŋāĻļāĻāĻŋ āĻĻāĻžāύāĻžmust tell â āĻā§āύāϤ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧBetween each stroke â āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāĻžāĻā§a warning knell â āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āϏāϤāϰā§āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰā§āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋWhich â āϝāĻžnot a soul â āĻā§āύ⧠āĻŽāĻžāύā§āώāĻcan choose but hear â āύāĻž āĻļā§āύ⧠āĻĨāĻžāĻāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰ⧠āύāĻžFrom Bratha Head â āĻŦā§āϰāĻžāĻĨāĻž āĻšā§āĻĄ āĻĨā§āĻā§to Wyndermere â āĻāĻāύā§āĻĄāĻžāϰāĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰā§āϝāύā§āϤSaith Bracy the bard â āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰā§āϏāĻŋ āĻŦāϞā§āύSo let it knell â āϤāĻžāĻšāϞ⧠āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻā§āĻAnd let â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻšāϤ⧠āĻĻāĻžāĻthe drowsy sacristan â āϤāύā§āĻĻā§āϰāĻžāĻā§āĻāύā§āύ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻāĻā§Still count â āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻā§āύāϤā§as slowly as he can â āϝāϤ āϧā§āϰ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§There is â āĻāĻā§no lack â āĻā§āύ⧠āĻ āĻāĻžāĻŦ āύā§āĻof such â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻāĻŋāĻā§āϰI ween â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧAs well fill up â āϝāĻž āĻĒā§āϰāĻŖ āĻāϰāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§the space between â āĻŽāĻžāĻā§āϰ āĻĢāĻžāĻāĻāĻā§āĻā§In Langdale Pike â āϞā§āϝāĻžāĻāĻĄā§āϞ āĻĒāĻžāĻāĻā§and Witch’s Lair â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻāĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧAnd Dungeon-ghyll â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĄāĻžāύāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧāύ-āĻāĻŋāϞ āĻāĻĒāϤā§āϝāĻāĻžāϝāĻŧso foully rent â āĻā§āώāĻŖāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĻā§āϰā§āĻŖWith ropes of rock â āĻĒāĻžāĻĨāϰā§āϰ āĻĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻāĻžāĻāĻā§and bells of air â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏā§āϰ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϤā§Three sinful sextons’ ghosts â āϤāĻŋāύāĻāύ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒā§ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰā§āϤāĻžāϤā§āĻŽāĻžare pent â āĻāĻāĻāĻž āĻāĻā§Who all â āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āϏāĻŦāĻžāĻgive back â āĻĢāĻŋāϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻā§āϝāĻŧone after t’other â āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻĒāϰ āĻāĻ
the death-note â āĻŽā§āϤā§āϝā§āϰ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋto their living brother â āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻŦāĻŋāϤ āϏāĻā§āĻā§āĻā§And oft too â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻby the knell offended â āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻŦāĻŋāϰāĻā§āϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§Just as â āĻ āĻŋāĻ āϝāĻāύtheir one two three â āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻ āĻĻā§āĻ āϤāĻŋāύis ended â āĻļā§āώ āĻšāϝāĻŧThe devil â āĻļāϝāĻŧāϤāĻžāύmocks â āĻāĻĒāĻšāĻžāϏ āĻāϰā§the doleful tale â āĻļā§āĻā§āϰ āϏā§āϰāĻā§With a merry peal â āĻāĻ āĻāύāύā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§from Borodale â āĻŦā§āϰā§āĻĄā§āϞ āĻĨā§āĻā§The air â āĻŦāĻžāϤāĻžāϏis still â āύāĻŋāϏā§āϤāĻŦā§āϧThrough mist and cloud â āĻā§āϝāĻŧāĻžāĻļāĻž āĻ āĻŽā§āĻ āĻā§āĻĻ āĻāϰā§That merry peal â āϏā§āĻ āĻāύāύā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻžāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋcomes ringing loud â āĻā§āϰ⧠āĻŦā§āĻā§ āĻāϏā§And Geraldine â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύshakes off â āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧā§ āĻĢā§āϞā§her dread â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāϝāĻŧAnd rises â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻ ā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϝāĻŧlightly â āĻšāĻžāϞāĻāĻžāĻāĻžāĻŦā§from the bed â āĻŦāĻŋāĻāĻžāύāĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§Puts on â āĻĒāϰ⧠āύā§āϝāĻŧher silken vestments white â āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āϰā§āĻļāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒā§āĻļāĻžāĻAnd tricks â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏāĻžāĻāĻžāϝāĻŧher hair â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āϞin lovely plight â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§And nothing doubting â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āύ⧠āϏāύā§āĻĻā§āĻš āύāĻž āĻāϰā§of her spell â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻĻā§ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒāϰā§āĻā§Awakens â āĻāĻžāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϤā§āϞā§the lady Christabel â āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞāĻā§Sleep you â āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻŋ āĻā§āĻŽāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻsweet lady Christabel â āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞI trust â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻļāĻž āĻāϰāĻŋthat you have rested well â āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžāĻŽ āĻĒā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻAnd Christabel â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞawoke â āĻā§āĻā§ āĻāĻ āϞand spied â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āĻāϞThe same â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻāĻ āύāĻžāϰā§āĻā§who lay down â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύby her side â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļā§O rather say â āĻŦāϰāĻ āĻŦāϞā§the same â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻāĻ āύāĻžāϰā§āĻā§whom she â āϝāĻžāĻā§ āϏā§Raised up â āĻāĻ āĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāύā§āĻāĻŋāϞbeneath the old oak tree â āĻĒā§āϰā§āύ⧠āĻāĻ āĻāĻžāĻā§āϰ āύāĻŋāĻ āĻĨā§āĻā§Nay â āύāĻž āĻŦāϰāĻfairer yet â āĻāϰāĻ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰand yet more fair â āĻāϰāĻ āĻŦā§āĻļāĻŋ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰFor she â āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋbelike â āϏāĻŽā§āĻāĻŦāϤhath drunken deep â āĻāĻā§āϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻĒāĻžāύ āĻāϰā§āĻā§āύ
Of all â āϏāĻŽāϏā§āϤthe blessedness of sleep â āĻā§āĻŽā§āϰ āĻāĻļā§āϰā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻAnd while â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻāύshe spake â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻŦāϞāĻāĻŋāϞā§āύher looks â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻšāĻžāϰāĻžher air â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻā§āĻāĻŋSuch gentle thankfulness â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āĻā§āϤāĻā§āĻāϤāĻždeclare â āĻĒā§āϰāĻāĻžāĻļ āĻāϰāĻāĻŋāϞThat â āϝā§so it seemed â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞher girded vests â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻāĻāϏāĻžāĻāĻ āĻĒā§āĻļāĻžāĻGrew tight â āĻāϰāĻ āĻāĻžāύāĻāĻžāύ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻ āϞbeneath â āύāĻŋāĻā§her heaving breasts â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻ āĻžāύāĻžāĻŽāĻž āĻāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻā§āώā§āϰSure â āύāĻŋāĻļā§āĻāϝāĻŧāĻI have sinn’d â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋsaid Christabel â āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞ āĻŦāϞāϞNow â āĻāĻāύheaven be praised â āϏā§āĻŦāϰā§āĻā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻļāĻāϏāĻž āĻšā§āĻif all be well â āϝāĻĻāĻŋ āϏāĻŦ āĻ āĻŋāĻ āĻĨāĻžāĻā§And â āĻāĻŦāĻin low faltering tones â āĻŽā§āĻĻā§ āĻāĻžāĻāĻĒāĻž āĻāĻŖā§āĻ ā§yet sweet â āϤāĻŦā§āĻ āĻŽāϧā§āϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§Did she greet â āϏ⧠āĻ āĻāĻŋāĻŦāĻžāĻĻāύ āĻāĻžāύāĻžāϞthe lofty lady â āϏā§āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻ āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻā§With such perplexity of mind â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āϰāĻžāύā§āϤ āĻŽāύ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§As dreams â āϝā§āĻŽāύ āϏā§āĻŦāĻĒā§āύtoo lively â āĻ āϤā§āϝāύā§āϤ āĻā§āĻŦāύā§āϤleave behind â āĻĒāĻŋāĻāύ⧠āϰā§āĻā§ 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 feelingâ“Sure I have sinn’d!”âreveals 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 partedâne’er to meet again!
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from painingâ
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between;â
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 â āĻāϤ āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤ she rose â āϏ⧠āĻāĻ ā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϞ and quickly arrayed â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤ āĻĒā§āĻļāĻžāĻ āĻĒāϰāϞHer maiden limbs â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ⧠āĻĻā§āĻšā§ and having prayed â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻāϰāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰThat He â āϝā§āύ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ who on the cross â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻā§āϰā§āĻļā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ did groan â āϝāύā§āϤā§āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻā§āĻ āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύMight wash away â āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻĻā§āύ her sins â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻĒāĻā§āϞ⧠unknown â āĻ āĻāĻžāύāĻžShe forthwith â āϏ⧠āϏāĻā§āĻā§ āϏāĻā§āĻā§ led â āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āϞ fair Geraldine â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāĻā§To meet â āϏāĻžāĻā§āώāĻžā§ āĻāϰāĻžāϤ⧠her sire â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻā§āĻā§ Sir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύā§āϰThe lovely maid â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§ and the lady tall â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻāĻĻā§āĻšā§ āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžAre pacing â āĻšā§āĻāĻā§ āĻāϞā§āĻā§ both â āĻĻā§āĻāύā§āĻ into the hall â āĻšāϞāĻāϰā§And pacing on â āĻāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāϞāϤ⧠āĻāϞāϤ⧠through page and groom â āĻā§āϤā§āϝ āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻāĻžāϰāĻāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāĻļ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§Enter â āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦā§āĻļ āĻāϰāϞ the Baron’s presence-room â āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύā§āϰ āϏāĻāĻžāĻāĻā§āώā§The Baron â āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ rose â āĻāĻ ā§ āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϞā§āύAnd while â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻāύ he prest â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϧāϰāϞā§āύHis gentle daughter â āϤāĻžāϰ āϏā§āύā§āĻšā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝāĻžāĻā§ to his breast â āĻŦā§āĻā§With cheerful wonder â āĻāύāύā§āĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāĻŋāϏā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧā§ in his eyes â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻā§The lady Geraldine â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻž āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāĻā§ espies â āĻĻā§āĻāϞā§āύAnd gave â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĻāĻŋāϞā§āύ such welcome â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻ āĻā§āϝāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž
To the same â āϤāĻžāĻā§As might beseem â āϝāĻž āĻŽāĻžāύāĻžāϝāĻŧso bright a dame â āĻāϤ āĻŽāĻšā§āϝāĻŧāϏ⧠āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝBut when â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āϝāĻāύ he heard â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļā§āύāϞā§āύ the lady’s tale â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāĻšāĻŋāύāĻŋAnd when â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻāύ she told â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞā§āύ her father’s name â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āύāĻžāĻŽWhy waxed â āĻā§āύ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āϞā§āύ Sir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύ so pale â āĻāϤ āĻĢā§āϝāĻžāĻāĻžāĻļā§Murmuring o’er â āĻŦāĻžāϰāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻĄāĻŧāĻŦāĻŋāĻĄāĻŧ āĻāϰ⧠āĻŦāϞāĻāĻŋāϞā§āύ the name again â āϏā§āĻ āύāĻžāĻŽāĻāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰLord Roland de Vaux â āϞāϰā§āĻĄ āϰā§āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄ āĻĻā§ āĻāĻā§āϏ
of Tryermaine â āĻā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§āĻāύā§āϰAlas â āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧthey had been â āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύfriends â āĻŦāύā§āϧā§in youth â āϝā§āĻŦāύā§But â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤā§whispering tongues â āĻā§ā§āϏāĻžāϰ āĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻĢāĻŋāϏāĻžāύāĻŋcan poison â āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰā§truth â āϏāϤā§āϝāĻā§And constancy â āĻāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāϏā§āϤāϤāĻžlives â āĻŦāĻžāϏ āĻāϰā§in realms above â āϏā§āĻŦāϰā§āĻā§āϝāĻŧ āĻāĻāϤā§And life â āĻāϰ āĻā§āĻŦāύis thorny â āĻāĻŖā§āĻāĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧand youth â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝā§āĻŦāύis vain â āĻā§āώāĻŖāϏā§āĻĨāĻžāϝāĻŧā§And to be wroth â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϰāĻžāĻ āĻāϰāĻžwith one â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻĒāϰwe love â āϝāĻžāĻā§ āĻāĻŽāϰāĻž āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻŋDoth work â āĻāĻžāĻ āĻāϰā§like madness â āĻāύā§āĻŽāĻžāĻĻāύāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϤā§in the brain â āĻŽāϏā§āϤāĻŋāώā§āĻā§And thus â āĻāĻāĻžāĻŦā§āĻit chanced â āĻāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞas I divine â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖāĻžāĻŽāϤā§With Roland â āϰā§āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄā§āϰand Sir Leoline â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝā§Each â āĻĒā§āϰāϤā§āϝā§āĻā§spake â āĻŦāϞā§āĻāĻŋāϞwords â āĻāĻĨāĻžof high disdain â āĻāϰāĻŽ āĻ āĻŦāĻā§āĻāĻžāϰAnd insult â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻ āĻĒāĻŽāĻžāύto his heart’s best brother â āύāĻŋāĻā§āϰ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āĻā§They parted â āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻŋāĻā§āĻāĻŋāύā§āύ āĻšāϞā§ne’er to meet again â āĻāϰ āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻĻā§āĻāĻž āύāĻž āĻāϰāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝBut never â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āĻāĻāύāĻāĻeither â āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻāĻfound another â āĻāϰ āĻāĻžāĻāĻā§ āĻā§āĻāĻā§ āĻĒā§āϞ āύāĻžTo free â āĻŽā§āĻā§āϤ āĻāϰāϤā§the hollow heart â āĻļā§āύā§āϝ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧāĻā§from paining â āϝāύā§āϤā§āϰāĻŖāĻž āĻĨā§āĻā§They stood aloof â āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āĻĻā§āϰ⧠āĻĻā§āϰ⧠āϰāĻāϞthe scars remaining â āĻā§āώāϤāĻāĻŋāĻšā§āύ āϰāϝāĻŧā§ āĻā§āϞLike cliffs â āĻāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻž āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧā§āϰ āĻŽāϤā§which had been â āϝāĻž āĻāĻŋāϞrent asunder â āĻĻā§āĻ āĻāĻžāĻā§ āĻŦāĻŋāĻāĻā§āϤA dreary sea â āĻāĻ āĻŦāĻŋāώāĻŖā§āύ āϏāĻŽā§āĻĻā§āϰnow flows between â āĻāĻāύ āĻŽāĻžāĻāĻāĻžāύ⧠āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦāĻžāĻšāĻŋāϤ āĻšāĻā§āĻā§
But neither â āĻāĻŋāύā§āϤ⧠āύāĻžheat â āĻāϤā§āϤāĻžāĻĒnor frost â āύāĻž āϤā§āώāĻžāϰnor thunder â āύāĻž āĻŦāĻā§āϰāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋShall wholly â āϏāĻŽā§āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖāĻāĻžāĻŦā§do away â āĻŽā§āĻā§ āĻĢā§āϞāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŦā§I ween â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏThe marks â āĻāĻŋāĻšā§āύāĻā§āϞā§of that â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻŋāĻā§āϰwhich once â āϝāĻž āĻāĻāϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧhath been â āĻāĻŋāϞSir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύa moment’s space â āĻāĻ āĻŽā§āĻšā§āϰā§āϤStood gazing â āϤāĻžāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϰāĻāϞā§āύon the damsel’s face â āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§āϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§āϰ āĻĻāĻŋāĻā§And the youthful â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāϰā§āĻŖLord of Tryermaine â āĻā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§āĻāύā§āϰ āϞāϰā§āĻĄCame back â āĻĢāĻŋāϰ⧠āĻāϞā§āύupon his heart again â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§āϰ āϏā§āĻŽā§āϤāĻŋāϤā§O then â āĻāĻš āϤāĻāύthe Baron â āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύforgot â āĻā§āϞ⧠āĻā§āϞā§āύhis age â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāϝāĻŧāϏHis noble heart â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻšā§ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧswelled high â āĻāϤā§āϤā§āĻāύāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻ āϞwith rage â āĻā§āϰā§āϧā§He swore â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻāϰāϞā§āύby the wounds â āĻā§āώāϤā§āϰ āύāĻžāĻŽā§in Jesu’s side â āϝāĻŋāĻļā§āϰ āĻĒāĻžāϰā§āĻļā§āĻŦāĻĻā§āĻļā§āϰHe would proclaim â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻā§āώāĻŖāĻž āĻāϰāĻŦā§āύit far and wide â āĻāĻžāϰāĻĻāĻŋāĻā§ āĻĻā§āϰāĻĻā§āϰāĻžāύā§āϤā§With trump â āϤā§āϰ⧠āĻŦāĻžāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§and solemn heraldry â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāύā§āώā§āĻ āĻžāύāĻŋāĻ āĻā§āώāĻŖāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāϧā§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 courtâthat 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 againâ
(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 saidâHis 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 â āϝ⧠āϤāĻžāϰāĻž who thus â āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ had wronged â āĻ āύā§āϝāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāϰā§āĻā§ the dame â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋWere â āĻāĻŋāϞ base â āύā§āĻ as spotted infamy â āĻāϞāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϤ āĻā§āĻā§āϝāĻžāϤāĻŋāϰ āĻŽāϤā§And if â āĻāϰ āϝāĻĻāĻŋ they dare â āϤāĻžāϰāĻž āϏāĻžāĻšāϏ āĻāϰ⧠deny the same â āĻ āĻāĻĨāĻž āĻ āϏā§āĻŦā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻāϰā§My herald â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āώāĻ shall appoint â āύāĻŋāϰā§āϧāĻžāϰāĻŖ āĻāϰāĻŦā§ a week â āĻāĻ āϏāĻĒā§āϤāĻžāĻšā§āϰ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧAnd let â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏā§āϝā§āĻ āĻĻāĻŋāĻ the recreant traitors â āĻāĻžāĻĒā§āϰā§āώ āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏāĻāĻžāϤāĻāĻĻā§āϰ seek â āĻāϏ⧠āĻāĻĒāϏā§āĻĨāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϤā§My tourney court â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻŦāύā§āĻĻā§āĻŦāϝā§āĻĻā§āϧā§āϰ āĻ āĻā§āĻāύā§That there and then â āϝāĻžāϤ⧠āϏā§āĻāĻžāύā§āĻ āϤāĻāύI may dislodge â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰ āĻāϰ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰāĻŋTheir reptile souls â āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āϏāϰā§āϏā§āĻĒāϏāĻŽ āĻāϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§From the bodies â āĻĻā§āĻš āĻĨā§āĻā§and forms of men â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻŽāĻžāύā§āώā§āϰ āĻāĻā§āϤāĻŋ āĻĨā§āĻā§He spake â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāϞā§āύHis eye â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻin lightning rolls â āĻŦāĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻŽāϤ⧠āĻā§āĻŦāϞ⧠āĻāĻ āϞFor â āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖthe lady â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžwas ruthlessly seized â āύāĻŋāώā§āĻ ā§āϰāĻāĻžāĻŦā§ āĻ āĻĒāĻšā§āϤ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύand he kenned â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāĻŋāύāϤ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰāϞā§āύIn the beautiful lady â āϏā§āĻ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝā§the child â āĻāύā§āϝāĻžāĻā§of his friend â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§āϰAnd now â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻāύthe tears â āĻ āĻļā§āϰā§were on his face â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŽā§āĻā§ āύā§āĻŽā§ āĻāϞā§And fondly â āϏā§āύā§āĻšāĻāϰā§in his arms â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤā§he took â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϧāϰāϞā§āύFair Geraldine â āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāĻā§who met â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻā§āϰāĻšāĻŖ āĻāϰāϞā§āύthe embrace â āĻāϞāĻŋāĻā§āĻāύāĻāĻŋProlonging it â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻž āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻ āĻāϰāϞā§āύwith joyous look â āĻāύāύā§āĻĻāĻŋāϤ āĻĻā§āώā§āĻāĻŋāϤā§Which â āϝāĻžwhen she viewed â āϝāĻāύ āϏ⧠āĻĻā§āĻāϞa vision â āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝfell upon â āύā§āĻŽā§ āĻāϞā§the soul â āĻŽāύā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰof Christabel â āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞā§āϰThe vision â āĻāĻāĻāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝof fear â āĻāϝāĻŧā§āϰthe touch and pain â āϏā§āĻĒāϰā§āĻļ āĻ āϝāύā§āϤā§āϰāĻŖāĻžāϰ
She shrunk â āϏ⧠āϏāĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋāϤ āĻšāϞā§and shuddered â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āĻāĻĒā§ āĻāĻ āϞand saw again â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āĻāϞAh woe is me â āĻšāĻžāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻāĻžāĻā§āϝWas it for thee â āĻ āĻāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝāĻ āĻāĻŋāϞThou gentle maid â āĻšā§ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§such sights â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝto see â āĻĻā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝAgain â āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰshe saw â āϏ⧠āĻĻā§āĻāϞthat bosom â āϏā§āĻ āĻŦāĻā§āώold â āĻāĻā§āϰ āĻŽāϤā§Again â āĻāĻŦāĻžāϰshe felt â āϏ⧠āĻ āύā§āĻāĻŦ āĻāϰāϞthat bosom â āϏā§āĻ āĻŦāĻā§āώcold â āĻļā§āϤāϞAnd drew in â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻā§āύ⧠āύāĻŋāϞher breath â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻļā§āĻŦāĻžāϏwith a hissing sound â āĻĢā§āĻāϏāĻĢā§āĻāϏ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻā§Whereat â āĻāϤā§the Knight â āĻŦā§āϰāϝā§āĻĻā§āϧāĻžturned wildly round â āĻšāĻ āĻžā§ āĻā§āϰ⧠āϤāĻžāĻāĻžāϞā§āύAnd nothing saw â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻŋāĻā§āĻ āĻĻā§āĻāϞā§āύ āύāĻžbut â āĻļā§āϧā§his own sweet maid â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāύā§āϝāĻžāĻā§With eyes upraised â āĻā§āĻ āĻāĻĒāϰ⧠āϤā§āϞāĻžas one â āϝā§āύ āĻā§āĻthat prayed â āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϰā§āĻĨāύāĻž āĻāϰāĻā§The touch â āϏā§āĻĒāϰā§āĻļāĻāĻŋthe sight â āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝāĻāĻŋ had passed away â āĻŽāĻŋāϞāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞAnd in its stead â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāϰāĻŋāĻŦāϰā§āϤā§that vision blest â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻļā§āϰā§āĻŦāĻžāĻĻāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻĻā§āĻļā§āϝWhich comforted her â āϝāĻž āϤāĻžāĻā§ āϏāĻžāύā§āϤā§āĻŦāύāĻž āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞafter-rest â āĻŦāĻŋāĻļā§āϰāĻžāĻŽā§āϰ āĻĒāϰā§While â āϝāĻāύin the lady’s arms â āĻāĻĻā§āϰāĻŽāĻšāĻŋāϞāĻžāϰ āĻŦāĻžāĻšā§āϤā§she lay â āϏ⧠āĻļā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻŋāϞHad put â āĻāϰ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞa rapture â āĻ āĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŦ āĻāύāύā§āĻĻin her breast â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻšā§āĻĻāϝāĻŧā§And on her lips â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻ ā§āĻāĻā§and o’er her eyes â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻā§Spread â āĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϞsmiles â āĻšāĻžāϏāĻŋlike light â āĻāϞā§āϰ āĻŽāϤā§With new surprise â āύāϤā§āύ āĻŦāĻŋāϏā§āĻŽāϝāĻŧā§What ails â āĻā§ āĻšāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§then â āϤāĻŦā§my beloved child â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āϏāύā§āϤāĻžāύThe Baron said â āĻŦā§āϝāĻžāϰāύ āĻŦāϞāϞā§āύHis daughter mild â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āĻāύā§āϝāĻžMade answer â āĻāϤā§āϤāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϞAll will yet be well â āϏāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻāĻžāϞ⧠āĻšāĻŦā§I ween â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāύ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧ
she had â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻāĻŋāϞ āύāĻžno power â āĻā§āύ⧠āĻā§āώāĻŽāϤāĻžto tell â āĻŦāϞāĻžāϰAught else â āĻāϰ āĻāĻŋāĻā§So mighty â āĻāϤ āĻļāĻā§āϤāĻŋāĻļāĻžāϞ⧠āĻāĻŋāϞwas the spell â āϏā§āĻ āĻāĻžāĻĻā§Yet â āϤāĻŦā§āĻhe â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋwho saw â āϝāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύthis Geraldine â āĻāĻ āĻā§āϰāĻžāϞā§āĻĄāĻŋāύāĻā§Had deemed â āĻŽāύ⧠āĻāϰā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύher sure â āϤāĻžāĻā§ āύāĻŋāĻļā§āĻāĻŋāϤāĻāĻžāĻŦā§a thing divine â āĻāĻ āĻāĻļā§āĻŦāϰāĻŋāĻ āϏāϤā§āϤāĻžSuch sorrow â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻĻā§āĻāĻwith such grace â āĻāĻŽāύ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰā§āϝā§āϰ āϏāĻā§āĻā§she blended â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻŽāĻŋāĻļāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύAs if â āϝā§āύshe feared â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāϝāĻŧ āĻĒāĻžāĻā§āĻāĻŋāϞā§āύshe had offended â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻāώā§āĻ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§āύSweet Christabel â āϏā§āύāĻŋāĻā§āϧ āĻā§āϰāĻŋāϏā§āĻāĻžāĻŦā§āϞāĻā§that gentle maid â āϏā§āĻ āĻā§āĻŽāϞ āϤāϰā§āĻŖā§āĻā§And with â āĻāĻŦāĻsuch lowly tones â āĻāϤ āĻŦāĻŋāύā§āϤ āĻāĻŖā§āĻ ā§she prayed â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āĻ āύā§āϰā§āϧ āĻāϰāϞā§āύShe might be sent â āϝā§āύ āϤāĻžāĻā§ āĻĒāĻžāĻ āĻžāύ⧠āĻšāϝāĻŧwithout delay â āĻŦāĻŋāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦ āύāĻž āĻāϰā§Home â āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϤā§to her father’s mansion â āϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻŋāϤāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻā§Nay Nay â āύāĻž āύāĻžby my soul â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāĻŖā§āϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨsaid Leoline â āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύ āĻŦāϞāϞā§āύHo Bracy the bard â āĻāĻ āĻŦā§āϰā§āϏāĻŋ āĻāĻŦāĻŋthe charge â āĻĻāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻŋāϤā§āĻŦbe thine â āĻŽāĻžāϰ
Go thou â āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āϝāĻžāĻwith sweet music â āĻŽāϧā§āϰ āϏāĻā§āĻā§āϤ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§and loud â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻā§āĻāϏā§āĻŦāϰā§And take â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏāĻā§āĻā§ āύāĻžāĻtwo steeds â āĻĻā§āĻāĻŋ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžwith trappings proud â āĻāĻžāĻāĻāĻāĻŽāĻāĻĒā§āϰā§āĻŖ āϏāĻžāĻāϏāĻā§āĻāĻžāϏāĻšAnd take â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϏāĻā§āĻā§ āύāĻžāĻthe youth â āϏā§āĻ āϝā§āĻŦāĻāĻā§whom thou lov’st best â āϝāĻžāĻā§ āϤā§āĻŽāĻŋ āϏāĻŦāĻā§āϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻžāϞā§āĻŦāĻžāϏā§To bear â āĻŦāĻšāύ āĻāϰāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝthy harp â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŦā§āĻŖāĻžand learn â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻļā§āĻāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝthy song â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāĻžāύAnd clothe â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĒā§āĻļāĻžāĻ āĻĒāϰāĻžāĻyou both â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĻā§āĻāύāĻā§in solemn vest â āĻāĻŽā§āĻā§āϰ āĻāύā§āώā§āĻ āĻžāύāĻŋāĻ āĻĒā§āĻļāĻžāĻā§And over the mountains â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻĒāĻžāĻšāĻžāĻĄāĻŧ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§haste along â āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤ āĻāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāĻLest â āϝā§āύ āύāĻžwandering folk â āĻĒāĻĨāĻāĻžāϰ⧠āϞā§āĻā§āϰāĻžthat are abroad â āϝāĻžāϰāĻž āĻŦāĻžāĻāϰ⧠āĻāĻā§Detain you â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻāĻāĻā§ āϰāĻžāĻā§on the valley road â āĻāĻĒāϤā§āϝāĻāĻžāϰ āĻĒāĻĨā§
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 freeâ
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!â
âFor 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 â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϝāĻāύ he has crossed â āϏ⧠āĻĒāĻžāϰ āĻšāĻŦā§ the Irthing flood â āĻāϰā§āĻĨāĻŋāĻ āύāĻĻā§My merry bard â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāĻŦāĻŋhe hastes â āϏ⧠āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤ āϝāĻžāĻŦā§ he hastes â āϏ⧠āϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϤāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋ āĻāĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāĻŦā§Up Knorren Moor â āύāϰā§āύ āĻŽā§āϰā§āϰ āĻāĻĒāϰ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§through Halegarth Wood â āĻšā§āϞāĻāĻžāϰā§āĻĨ āĻ āϰāĻŖā§āϝā§āϰ āĻŽāϧā§āϝ āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§And reaches soon â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻļā§āĻā§āϰāĻ āĻĒā§āĻāĻāĻžāĻŦā§that castle good â āϏā§āĻ āĻŽāĻšā§ āĻĻā§āϰā§āĻā§Which stands â āϝāĻž āĻĻāĻžāĻāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āĻāĻā§and threatens â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāϝāĻŧ āĻĻā§āĻāĻžāϝāĻŧScotland’s wastes â āϏā§āĻāĻāϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄā§āϰ āĻāύāĻļā§āύā§āϝ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāύā§āϤāϰāĻā§Bard Bracy â āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰā§āϏāĻŋbard Bracy â āĻāĻŦāĻŋ āĻŦā§āϰā§āϏāĻŋyour horses â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāĻā§āϞā§are fleet â āĻā§āĻŦ āĻĻā§āϰā§āϤāĻāĻžāĻŽā§Ye must ride â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻā§āĻā§ āϝā§āϤ⧠āĻšāĻŦā§up the hall â āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŦā§āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻĒāϰā§āϝāύā§āϤyour music â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻā§āĻā§āϤso sweet â āĻāϤ āĻŽāϧā§āϰMore loud â āĻāϰāĻ āĻā§āϰā§than your horses’ echoing feet â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāϤāĻŋāϧā§āĻŦāύāĻŋāĻŽāϝāĻŧ āĻā§āϰā§āϰ āĻļāĻŦā§āĻĻā§āϰ āĻā§āϝāĻŧā§āĻAnd loud and loud â āĻāĻŦāĻ āĻāĻā§āĻāϏā§āĻŦāϰ⧠āĻāĻā§āĻāϏā§āĻŦāϰā§to Lord Roland â āϞāϰā§āĻĄ āϰā§āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄāĻā§call â āĻĄāĻžāĻāĻŦā§Thy daughter â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻāύā§āϝāĻžis safe â āύāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻĻā§ āĻāĻā§in Langdale hall â āϞā§āϝāĻžāĻāĻĄā§āϞ āĻĒā§āϰāĻžāϏāĻžāĻĻā§Thy beautiful daughter â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏā§āύā§āĻĻāϰ⧠āĻāύā§āϝāĻžis safe and free â āύāĻŋāϰāĻžāĻĒāĻĻ āĻ āĻŽā§āĻā§āϤ āĻāĻā§Sir Leoline â āϏā§āϝāĻžāϰ āϞāĻŋāĻāϞāĻžāĻāύgreets thee â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻļā§āĻā§āĻā§āĻāĻž āĻāĻžāύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§āύthus through me â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻŽāĻžāϧā§āϝāĻŽā§ āĻāĻāĻžāĻŦā§He bids thee â āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋ āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāĻā§ āĻŦāϞā§āύcome â āĻāϏā§without delay â āĻŦāĻŋāϞāĻŽā§āĻŦ āύāĻž āĻāϰā§With all â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏā§āϤthy numerous array â āĻŦāĻšā§āϏāĻāĻā§āϝāĻ āĻ āύā§āĻāϰāĻĻā§āϰ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§And take â āĻāĻŦāĻ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§ āϝāĻžāĻthy lovely daughter â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āĻĒā§āϰāĻŋāϝāĻŧ āĻāύā§āϝāĻžāĻā§home â āĻŦāĻžāĻĄāĻŧāĻŋāϤā§
And he â āĻāĻŦāĻ āϤāĻŋāύāĻŋwill meet thee â āϤā§āĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻā§āĻā§ āĻĻā§āĻāĻž āĻāϰāĻŦā§āύon the way â āĻĒāĻĨā§With all â āϤāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽāϏā§āϤhis numerous array â āĻŦāĻšā§āϏāĻāĻā§āϝāĻ āĻ āύā§āĻāϰāĻĻā§āϰ āύāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§White â āϏāĻžāĻĻāĻž āĻšāϝāĻŧā§with their panting palfreys’ foam â āϤāĻžāĻĻā§āϰ āĻšāĻžāĻāĻĒāĻžāύ⧠āĻā§āĻĄāĻŧāĻžāϰ āĻĢā§āύāĻžāϝāĻŧAnd â āĻāĻŦāĻby mine honour â āĻāĻŽāĻžāϰ āϏāĻŽā§āĻŽāĻžāύā§āϰ āĻļāĻĒāĻĨ āĻāϰā§I will say â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞāĻŦThat â āϝā§I repent me â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻ āύā§āϤāĻĒā§āϤof the day â āϏā§āĻ āĻĻāĻŋāύā§āϰ āĻāύā§āϝWhen I spake â āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻŦāϞā§āĻāĻŋāϞāĻžāĻŽwords â āĻāĻĨāĻžof fierce disdain â āϤā§āĻŦā§āϰ āĻ āĻŦāĻā§āĻāĻžāϰTo Roland de Vaux â āϰā§āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄ āĻĻā§ āĻāĻā§āϏāĻā§of Tryermaine â āĻā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§āĻāύā§āϰFor since â āĻāĻžāϰāĻŖ āϏā§āĻ āĻĨā§āĻā§that evil hour â āϏā§āĻ āĻ āĻļā§āĻ āϏāĻŽāϝāĻŧhath flown â āĻāϞ⧠āĻā§āĻā§Many a summer’s sun â āĻ āύā§āĻ āĻā§āϰā§āώā§āĻŽā§āϰ āϏā§āϰā§āϝhath shone â āĻāϞ⧠āĻĻāĻŋāϝāĻŧā§āĻā§Yet â āϤāĻŦā§āĻne’er found I â āĻāĻŽāĻŋ āĻāϰ āĻāĻāύāĻ āĻĒāĻžāĻāύāĻŋa friend again â āĻāĻŽāύ āĻŦāύā§āϧā§Like â āϝā§āĻŽāύRoland de Vaux â āϰā§āϞā§āϝāĻžāύā§āĻĄ āĻĻā§ āĻāĻā§āϏof Tryermaine â āĻā§āϰāĻžāϝāĻŧāĻžāϰāĻŽā§āĻāύā§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.