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
| British poets - 1828 - 838 pages
...Is it the wind that moancth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet-curl From the lovely Lady's cheek — There is not wind...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. ALAS ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's check — W ` v/ v/@&v/ up at the sky. Hush, heating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill; the forest bare ; Is it tho wind that moancth t him out. To press him lo accept another charger....; thereon fell upon my neck, And manifested to me up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Mriria, bhield her well ! She folded her arms... | |
| Unitarianism - 1833 - 424 pages
...the following passage from " Christabel," the poetical feeling is equally diffused over the whole. "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." The second characteristic of genius, that which distinguishes its highest degree, relates... | |
| 1834 - 512 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... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 pages
...had unintentionally imitated : — " The night is chill, the forest bare, Is it the wind that moncth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks at the sky."— EJ He gazed, he saw : he knew the face Of beauty, and the form of grace ; It was Francesca... | |
| Ireland - 1835 - 726 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 - English poetry - 1835 - 394 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...dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, Ou the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield... | |
| 1835 - 742 pages
...huge, broad-breasted, okl 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...last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it ran, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating... | |
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