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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 Works of Lord Byron - Page 234
by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1873
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Christabel: Kubla Khan : a Vision ; The Pains of Sleep

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 242 pages
...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...and hanging so 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...
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th], Volume 5

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

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 pages
...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...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 Eclectic Review, Volume 5; Volume 23

Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 pages
...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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An Address to the Literary Members of the University

John Bickerton - 1816 - 70 pages
...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 European Magazine, and London Review, Volume 70

1816 - 612 pages
...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...
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The Literary Panorama and National Register

1816 - 592 pages
...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 Augustan review, Volume 3

1816 - 676 pages
...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, Volume 6

1820 - 774 pages
...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, Volume 6

1820 - 784 pages
...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...and 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...
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