 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全文表示 - この書籍について
 | 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 —... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Duncan Wu - 2002 - 183 ページ
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 | 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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