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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. "
Lectures on the British Poets - Page 120
by Henry Reed - 1860
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Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 110

1871 - 818 pages
...t Thl-re is not wmd enouah in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's check ; There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its elan, ' That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light and hanging so high, On the topmost...
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The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 15; Volume 78

1872 - 830 pages
...it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek ; There is not wind enough...hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms...
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Appletons' Journal, Volume 6

1879 - 592 pages
...poem of " Christabel " : Tis a month before the month of May, The night is chill, the forest bare, There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. " A month before the month of May " is clearly the month of April, at which time the forest...
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An Anthology of Pure Poetry

George Moore - 1973 - 194 pages
...Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek There is not wind enough...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Time cannot wither nor cuftom ftale a dream-flower like this one; creating out of itself, the mind...
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Matthew Arnold, John Ruskin, and the Modern Temper

Edward Alexander - 1973 - 336 pages
...reportage in poetry. There are, then, good as well as bad fallacies in poetry. When Coleridge speaks of "the one red leaf, the last of its clan, / That dances as often as dance it can," he is perpetrating a falsehood by ascribing to the leaf a will and life it does not have; but he achieves...
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Geschichte der Literaturkritik, 1750-1950, Volume 2

René Wellek - 1977 - 396 pages
...crawling foam/« ». . .the foam is not cruel, neither does it crawl.« »unhinged by grief«. Seite 206: »The one red leaf, the last of its clan, / That dances as often as dance it can« Seite 206 — 07: ». . .fancies a life in the leaf and will, which there are not; confuses its powerlessness...
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Wallace Stevens: The Poems of Our Climate

Harold Bloom - 1980 - 436 pages
...souls, and those are leaves; he makes no confusion of one with the other. But when Coleridge speaks of The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, he has a morbid, that is to say, a so far false, idea about the leaf; he fancies a life in it, and...
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Selected Writings of Walter Pater

Walter Pater - 1982 - 304 pages
...of "romantic" weirdness — Nought was green upon the oak But moss and rarest misletoe: or this— There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky:" or this, with a weirdness, again, like that of some wild French etcher — Lol the new-moon winter-bright!...
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Words that Taste Good

Bill Moore - 1987 - 180 pages
...the word nesche, meaning soft, was used. In some English dialects the word nesh means weak, or soft. There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks at the sky. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Twir7 is a good word, with its moving feel. The way the rhythm...
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Coleridge and Textual Instability: The Multiple Versions of the Major Poems

Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 pages
...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 — There is not wind...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, so That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig...
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