 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 страници
...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...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak. What sees she there?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 страници
...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...dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, aud hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel!... | |
 | 1816 - 658 страници
...air To move away the ringlet curl There is not wind enough to twirl From the lovely lady's cheek.— The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak.... | |
 | John Bickerton - 1816 - 70 страници
...shroud." And again,, — 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 clany. That dances as often as dance it can, "x " - . Hanging so light, and hanging so high, . On the... | |
 | 1820 - 774 страници
...in which this strange visitant is first introduced. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moancth bleak ? There is not wind enough...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its dan, That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig... | |
 | 1820 - 784 страници
...There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side ef the... | |
 | 1822 - 492 страници
...appears to glide Like a lava stream through the darker tide. All nature was in harmony : There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf the last...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. And while " in glorious sympathy with suns that set", we felt the softness of the hour Steal on the... | |
 | Richard Gooch - 1825 - 248 страници
...to glide Like a lava-stream through the darker tide." v All nature was in harmony : — " There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." And while, " in glorious sympathy with suns that set," we felt— " The softness of the hour Steal... | |
 | James Lyon (of Fairhaven, Vermont) - 486 страници
...once hath been." AN APRIL NIGHT. " The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." AN OLD CHAMBER. " The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moon-beam enters there. But they without... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 страници
...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...the sky. Hush beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the... | |
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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... 
