...lovely lady's cheek.— 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...What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright, Drest in a silken robe of white ; * Her neck, her feet, her arms were bare, And the jewels disorder'd...

...The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, aud hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up...What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright, Drest in a silken robe of white ; Her neck, her feet, her arms were bare, And the jewels disorder'd...

...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. She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak. What sees she there?...

...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 topmost twig that looks up at the sky. . .'• We are aware that our decision may appear harsh to many ; but we must positively assert, that...

...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...

...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 heart of " hristabcl ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak* And stole to the...

...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...What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright, Drest in a silken robe of white ; Her neck, her feet, her arms were bare, And the jewels disorder'd...

...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,...

...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...arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side ef the oak. • What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright, Drest in a silken robe of white...

...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. And while " in glorious sympathy with suns that set", we felt the softness of the hour Steal on the...