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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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Wonders of the plant-world: or, Curiosities of vegetable life

1870
...waves so merrily in the soft airs of spring; or the wrinkled, withered, and fast decaying relic, — " The last of its clan That dances as often as dance...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky." * I never saw an ugly leaf. Some are fairer in shape and more winning in colour than...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 15; Volume 78

1872
...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 to the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms...
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Appletons' Journal

American literature - 1879
...poem of " Christabel " : Tis a month before the month of May, The night is chill, the forest bare, There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. " A month before the month of May " is clearly the month of April, at which time the...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With Memoirs, Notes, Etc

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1837 - 384 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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Wordsworth a Re-interpretation

F. W.. Bateson - 1903 - 227 pages
...tricks, and physiognomy of the asses in the woods of Alfoxden put Wordsworth upon writing Peter Bell. 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, before ever it was hung over the steps of Christabel, danced in the woods of Alfoxden,...
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An Anthology of Pure Poetry

George Moore - English poetry - 1973 - 187 pages
...contemptuously of the author of Chriftabel/ 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. Time cannot wither nor cuftom ftale a dream-flower like this one; creating out of itself,...
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Selected Writings of Walter Pater

Walter Pater - Literary Criticism - 1982 - 266 pages
...of "romantic" weirdness — Nought was green upon the oak But moss and rarest misletoe: or this— 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:" or this, with a weirdness, again, like that of some wild French etcher — Lol the...
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Words that Taste Good

Bill Moore - Poetry - 1987 - 175 pages
...the word nesche, meaning soft, was used. In some English dialects the word nesh means weak, or soft. There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks at the sky. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Twir7 is a good word, with its moving feel. The way the rhythm suits the...
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The Legacy of Kenneth Burke

Kenneth Burke, Herbert W. Simons - Literary Criticism - 1989 - 331 pages
...merely of "supernatural elements": 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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Coleridge and Textual Instability: The Multiple Versions of the Major Poems

Jack Stillinger - Literary Criticism - 1994 - 272 pages
...broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? 45 There is not wind enough in the air To move away the...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, so That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig...
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