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" There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On... "
The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume - 65. oldal
szerző: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 oldal
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Christabel: Kubla Khan : a Vision ; The Pains of Sleep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 64 oldal
...huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak. What sees she there?...

Christabel: Kubla Khan, a Vision ; The Pains of Sleep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 64 oldal
...huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move...dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, aud hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel!...

The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th], 5. kötet

1816
...air To move away the ringlet curl There is not wind enough to twirl From the lovely lady's cheek.— The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak....

An Address to the Literary Members of the University

John Bickerton - 1816 - 19 oldal
...shroud." And again,, — The night is chill ; the forest bare ; .• ..,..• Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clany. That dances as often as dance it can, "x " - . Hanging so light, and hanging so high, . On the...

Blackwood's Magazine

1820
...in which this strange visitant is first introduced. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moancth bleak ? There is not wind enough...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its dan, That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 6. kötet

1820
...There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side ef the...

The Brighton magazine, 1. kötet

1822
...appears to glide Like a lava stream through the darker tide. All nature was in harmony : There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf the last...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. And while " in glorious sympathy with suns that set", we felt the softness of the hour Steal on the...

Facetiæ Cantabrigienses, by Socius

Richard Gooch - 1825
...to glide Like a lava-stream through the darker tide." v All nature was in harmony : — " There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." And while, " in glorious sympathy with suns that set," we felt— " The softness of the hour Steal...

The National magazine and general review

James Lyon (of Fairhaven, Vermont)
...once hath been." AN APRIL NIGHT. " The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." AN OLD CHAMBER. " The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moon-beam enters there. But they without...

The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein ...

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828
...huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...the sky. Hush beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the...




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