 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
 | M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. There is not wind enough in air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 pages
...is, she cannot tell. — On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, b'eating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms... | |
 | Wonders - 1870 - 264 pages
...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... | |
 | 1872 - 830 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 to the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms... | |
 | American literature - 1879 - 592 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1874 - 470 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 - Criticism - 1920 - 388 pages
...huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it th.i 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. c. BL • e Coleridge, we see, goes to Germany with the poem of Christabel in his mind... | |
 | Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh, Walter Raleigh - 1903 - 248 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,... | |
 | George Moore - Poetry - 1973 - 194 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,... | |
 | Walter Pater - Education - 1982 - 304 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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