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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. "
The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H ... - Side 66
af Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1877
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Christabel: Kubla Khan : a Vision ; The Pains of Sleep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 sider
...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...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?...
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th], Bind 5

1816 - 658 sider
...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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Christabel: Kubla Khan, a Vision ; The Pains of Sleep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 sider
...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...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!...
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The Literary Panorama and National Register

1816 - 592 sider
...} Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? 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...
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The European Magazine, and London Review, Bind 70

1816 - 612 sider
...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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An Address to the Literary Members of the University

John Bickerton - 1816 - 70 sider
...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...
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The Eclectic Review, Bind 5;Bind 23

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 sider
...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...
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The Augustan review, Bind 3

1816 - 676 sider
...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...
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Blackwood's Magazine, Bind 6

1820 - 774 sider
...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...
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Bind 6

1820 - 784 sider
...can be finer than the description of the manner in which this strange visitant is first introduced. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind...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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