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 - Page 122by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 827 pagesFull view - About this book
| Henry Reed - English poetry - 1860 - 322 pages
...? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet-curl From the lovely lady's cheek j There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...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... | |
| Marcius Willson - Readers - 1860 - 368 pages
...fall of the leaf. One by one they fall, till, as Coleridge has so prettily sung, there is seen but "The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost bough that looks up at the sky." 14. But, according to Byron, in his description of an English autumn,... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 448 pages
...the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. 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... | |
| English literature - 1861 - 532 pages
...be aeen that the injury is felt by the remotest leaf, and that its power to form wood is lessened. " 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," is influenced by every wound inflicted upon the parent trunk. Dare we say it is sensible... | |
| English literature - 1861 - 522 pages
...be seen that the injury is felt by the remotest leaf, and that its power to form wood is lessened. " 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," is influenced by every wound inflicted upon the parent trunk. Dare we say it is sensible... | |
| Josiah Gilbert Holland - Conduct of life - 1861 - 350 pages
...are all the time bobbing up and down, and trembling, and threatening to bob up and down, like— " The one red leaf, the last of its clan That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost bough that looks up at the sky." Any person who sits near Mrs. Flutter Budget, or undertakes to look... | |
| Josiah Gilbert Holland - Conduct of life - 1861 - 356 pages
...these are all the time bobbing up and down, and trembling, and threatening to bob up and down, like — "The one red leaf, the last of its clan That dances...dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, Oa the topmost bough that looks up at the sky." Any person who sits near Mrs. Flutter Budget, or undertakes... | |
| 1863 - 150 pages
...no more its uherish'd earth ! Jfr 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 elan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 720 pages
...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... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry - 1864 - 328 pages
...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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