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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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The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1. kötet

James Gillman - 1838 - 362 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...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...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 603 oldal
...lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one rod leaf, the last of its clan, That dances OK often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging...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...

The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Prose and Verse: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 546 oldal
...broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak f ness and the wonders of hut of its clan, That donees as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the...

Flowers and their associations

Anne Pratt - 1840 - 409 oldal
...year. Some few, like the red-cornel, have their foliage altogether red ; others have here and there, " The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...dance it can ; Hanging so light, and hanging so high, From the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." The prevalence of crimson foliage is, however, often...

The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, Modernized ...

Geoffrey Chaucer, Richard H. Horne - 1841 - 331 oldal
...mastery in musical versification : — The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. d 2 Coleridge, in great glee, once said to a friend, " They think they are reading verses...

The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, Modernized ...

Geoffrey Chaucer, Richard H. Horne - 1841 - 331 oldal
...musical versification :— The night is chill; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak 1 There is not wind enough in the air To move away the...hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. d 2 Coleridge, in great glee, once said to a friend, " They think they are reading verses...

The works of lord Byron, with notes by T. Moore [and others].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842
...the wind that nioneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl Krnm the lovely lady's cheek — There Is not wind enough...last of Its clan. That dances as often as dance it сяп. Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that look* at the iky."} 12б 127...

Cyclopædia of English literature, 2. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1844
...add a brief specimen: — The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak i xcited by some external occasion, or extorted by domestic...correction. What his mind could supply at call, or gathe aa often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hauging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., 2. kötet

Robert Chambers - 1844
...imitated. We add a brief specimen: — The night is chill ; the forest hare ; Is it the wind that moanctli hia own hand, to terminate the scene of misery ;...when it could only be prejudicial, and life acquires hut of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the...

The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 546 oldal
...broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak I And now for our dear homes. — That strain again ? tho topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Alaria, shield...




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