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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 art of skating, by Cyclos

George Anderson (of Glasgow.) - 1852
...clear autumnal days, when the fields are bare, and the woods shorn of their Summer splendour, save " The one red leaf, the last of its clan, " That dances...high, " On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky ." The dead leaves lie brown and faded, and gathered into heaps and drifts by the hcdgesides, and the...

The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 546 oldal
...broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth, bleak 1 The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her rather love«...late, A furlong from the castle gate ? Sie had dreams Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak. And stole to the other side of the...

THE COMPLETE WORKS OF SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

1853
...ringlet clirl , From the lovely lady;' s cheek—- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leafr the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance...that looks up at the sky. Hush ! beating; heart of Christ abel ! Jesu, Maria:, snield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the...

Calendar

University of Sydney - 1853
...home amongst men and women. I would rather read Chaucer than Ariosto. — (Keats, late in 1819.) ( f] There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf...dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light nnd hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. — (Coleridge.} (y) Whenever he...

The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an ..., 7. kötet

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853
...' s The one red leaf, the last of its clan, . v; That dances as often as dance it can, ^- (1 ]".' . Hanging so light, and hanging so high, • . On 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...

The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an ..., 7. kötet

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854
...oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wiod enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From...clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging BO light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush ! beating heart of...

The poetical works of lord Byron, 11. oldal,3. kötet

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855
...in "Christabel" are these : — " 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."] He gazed, he saw : he knew the face Of beauty, and the form of grace ; It was Francesca by his side,...

Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to Tennyson

Henry Reed - 1855 - 387 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...hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel !" There is one more principle in the study of language...

LECTURES ON ENGLISH LITERATURE, FROM CHAURER TO TENNYSON

HENRY REED - 1855
...is, she cannot tell; On the other side, it seern'd to be Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-tree. 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. Hush, beating heart of Christabel I" There is one more principle in the study of language...

Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to Tennyson

Henry Reed - 1855 - 411 oldal
...chill, the forest bare : Is it the wind that moancth bleak. There is not wind enough in the air To more away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek...hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel !" There is -one more principle in the study of language...




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