...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...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?...

...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...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 beneath her cloak,...

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...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...

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...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 at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath her cloak,...

...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,...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 beneath her cloak,...

...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 last...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 beneath her cloak,...

...waters a long line of liquid light, which, Unquench'd, and glowing, appears to glide Like a lava stream through the darker tide. All nature was in harmony...softness of the hour Steal on the heart as dew along the flow'r, it was natural that our attention should also be directed to the objects which that sun now...

...day ? ' There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as long as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.' " Some eight or ten lines of ' Christa" bel ' * found themselves in ' The Siege " of Corinth/ I hardly...