 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 էջ
...that moaneth bleak? (This "bleak moaning " is a witch's) 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 t>ne red leaf, the lait df Hs elan, That danrgi fa bflfn Si dance it can, Hanging id light and hanging... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...that moaneth bleak' (This " bleak moaning " is a witch's) 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 bne red leaf, the last df Its clan, That dance's fa bftgn as dance it can, Hanging sd light and hanging... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...that moaneth bleak ' (This " bleak moaning " is a witch's) 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 dne rid leaf, the last Of Us clan, That dance's as bftgn Us dance it can, Hanging sd light and hanging... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 էջ
...moaneth bleak • (This " bleak moaning " is a witch's) 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 bne red leaf, the last Of Its clan, That dance's Si bftSn &s dance it can, Hanging sS light and hanging... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 էջ
...There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lo\ely lady's chock — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, flanging so light, and hanging so high. On the topmost twig that looks at Ihe sky." — К 298 SÍK... | |
 | University magazine - 1846 - 780 էջ
...wind enough to twirl The one red leaf— the but of its clan— That dances as often м dance it cao, Hanging so light, and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up at toe sky. Erewhile, when Jeffrey was Lord Keeper, and led the brawls of " The Edinburgh Review,"... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 էջ
...; the forest bare ; 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 էջ
...chill, the forest bare, Is it the wind that raoneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek...dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light, and hanjrinp so high. On the topmost twig that looks at tne sky."1 » [And its thrilling glance, Ac. —... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 էջ
...chill; the forest Imre ; 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—...The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances us often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up... | |
 | Benjamin Humphrey Smart - 1847 - 208 էջ
...In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column, In the pentameter, aye falling in melody back. 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... | |
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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. 
