 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - Страниц: 242
...it the wind that moaneth 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...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 - Страниц: 82
...Is it the wind that moaneth 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...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!... | |
 | John Bickerton - 1816 - Страниц: 70
...the wind that moaneth 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 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... | |
 | 1816 - Страниц: 612
...tale we have hitherto omitted, we cannot deny ourselves the pleasure of transcribing the following:— Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." The larger and more imposing appearances ot nature are generally made use of in description ; but although... | |
 | 1816 - Страниц: 592
...There is not wind enough in the ait To move away the ringlel curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl • The one red leaf, the last of its clanj That dances as often as dance it can Hanging so light, and hanging so high, Ou the top.most twig... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - Страниц: 678
...away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There ii not wind enough to twirl The one fed leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Haaging so light, and hanging to high, Ob the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating... | |
 | 1816 - Страниц: 676
...ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the lust of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging to light, and hanging so high, On the topmost ttang that looks up at the *fcy.f'— p. 6. Can any thing... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 774
...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 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... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 918
...was wicked — perhaps from some hideous witch-hag, to look on whose ugsomeness would be to die. " Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her closk, And stole to the other side of the oak. What sees she there ? " There she sees a damsel bright,... | |
 | 1822 - Страниц: 492
...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... | |
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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 topmost twig that looks up at the sky. 
