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" 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 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 Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th] - 557 ページ
1816
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British Poets of the Nineteenth Century: Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge ...

Curtis Hidden Page - 1924 - 486 ページ
...she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. — On the other side,...night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that nioaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the linglet curl From the lovely...

A History of English Literature

William Allan Neilson, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1924 - 500 ページ
...blood with a terror no less powerful. It too is full of lines and phrases of extraordinary beauty : The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not enough wind in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not...

English Critical Essays (nineteenth Century)

Edmund David Jones - 1924 - 636 ページ
...prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moan'd as near as near can be, But what it is, she cannot tell. On the other side it seems to be Of thg huge, brokd-breasted, old o^k tree. The night is chill, the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth...

British Poets of the Nineteenth Century, 第 2 部

Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 ページ
...prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. — On the other side it seems to l>e, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night la chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind...

English Prose and Poetry

John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 ページ
...lovely lady, Christabel ! It moan'd as near as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. — - 40 of sedges dry ; In me they sing. To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The...

Coleridge, Biographia Literaria: Chapters I-IV, XIV-XXII. Wordsworth ...

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1920 - 388 ページ
...way.... The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. — On the other side...oak tree. The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it th.i wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From...

Strange Power of Speech: Wordsworth, Coleridge, and Literary Possession

Susan Eilenberg - 1992 - 302 ページ
...antecedent: The lady sprang up, suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. — On the other side...to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. [37-42] The syntactical disturbance heralds a narrative disturbance. What should be first arrives second;...

Coleridge and Textual Instability: The Multiple Versions of the Major Poems

Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 ページ
...she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned as near, as near can be, 40 But what it is, she cannot tell. — On the other...the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? 45 There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek —...

Selected Poetry

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 ページ
...The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is she cannot tell. - 40 On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted,...wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough to twirl 45 The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so...

The Merciful Women

Federico Andahazi - 2002 - 196 ページ
...secretary had never heard before: 'The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! . . . The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? . . . Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms beneath...




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