 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 Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Side 67af Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 546 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sider
...add a brief specimen : — The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak t he vital chain, And freed his so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the skr. Hush, beating heart of... | |
 | 1851 - 406 sider
...mentioned that the revolving hemispheres are seldom or never at rest ; when not a leaf is stirring, when " There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as oft as dance it can, Hanging so light and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up at the... | |
 | William Hamilton Drummond - 1852 - 332 sider
...Somewhat similar is the image presented to us in the following lines of Coleridge's Chriltabel:— " 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." NOTE.—To enhance the... | |
 | George Anderson (of Glasgow.) - 1852 - 106 sider
...clear autumnal days, when the fields are bare, and the woods shorn of their Summer splendour, save " 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 dead leaves lie... | |
 | University of Sydney - 1853 - 810 sider
...home amongst men and women. I would rather read Chaucer than Ariosto. — (Keats, late in 1819.) ( f] There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf...clan. That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light nnd hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. — (Coleridge.} (y) Whenever... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 sider
...Other side, it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away vttee ringlet clirl , From the lovely lady;' s cheek—- There is not wind enough to twirl The one... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 sider
...oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wiod enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From...clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging BO light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush ! beating heart of... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1855 - 410 sider
...more competent judges. — [The lines in "Christabel" are these : — " The night is chill, the forest bare, Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is...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."] He gazed, he saw : he... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 sider
...other side, it seem'd to be Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-tree. The night is chill, the forest bare : Is it the wind that moaneth bleak. There is...clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart of... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 sider
...is, she cannot tell; On the other side, it seern'd to be Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-tree. There is not wind enough in the air To move away the...clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart of... | |
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