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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 Lord Byron - Page 122
by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 827 pages
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 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...
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The Christian Examiner and General Review, Volume 14

Francis Jenks, James Walker, Francis William Pitt Greenwood, William Ware - 1833
...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...
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The Christian Examiner, Volume 14

Unitarianism - 1833
...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...
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The British Critic, Quarterly Theological Review, and ..., Volume 16

1834
...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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The Works of George Byron: With His Letters and Journals, and His ..., Volume 10

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835
...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...
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The Dublin University Magazine, Volume 6

Ireland - 1835
...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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The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 2

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1835 - 331 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...
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The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal

1835
...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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The Carthusian

1839
...metre or rhythm, as in Christabel: " 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." Here it was that Pope failed; he missed the first method, and the nature of the heroic...
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The Life of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volume 1

James Gillman - Poets, English - 1838 - 362 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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