 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 Lord Byron - Pagina 122door George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 827 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 pagina’s
...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!... | |
 | John Bickerton - 1816 - 70 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1816 - 658 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms... | |
 | 1820 - 774 pagina’s
...strange visitant is first introduced. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moancth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...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... | |
 | 1820 - 784 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms... | |
 | 1822 - 492 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so 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... | |
 | Richard Gooch - 1825 - 248 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so 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... | |
 | James Lyon (of Fairhaven, Vermont) - 486 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so 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.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 pagina’s
...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...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms... | |
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