 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1864 - 332 psl.
...of my childish romance, I could not help thinking of this passage in " Christabel :"— " There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last...so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." Suddenly, while I was repeating the last two lines dreamily over and over, the St. Bernard uttered... | |
 | 1865 - 496 psl.
...kneels beneath the hnge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. * * * * The night is chill, the forest is bare. Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks np at the sky." Then Christabel descries a strange lady standing in the wood, — " A damsel bright,... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866 - 434 psl.
...Chief poems : ' Ode to the Departing Year,' ' France,' ' Chrtstabel,' ' The Ancient Mariner,' &o.] The night is chill, the forest bare ; Is it the wind...so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu Maria, shield her well ! She foldeth her arms beneath... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1866 - 502 psl.
...broad-breasted old oak-tree. The night is chill, the forest bare : Is it the wind that moaneth bleak. There in not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet...hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Bush, beating heart of Christabel !" There is one more principle in the study of language... | |
 | 1877 - 682 psl.
...general flow ; but the number of unaccented syllables is allowed to vary, as in the hexameter. Thus : ' There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...so high. On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.'f ' If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear. For I would see the sun rise... | |
 | 1877 - 686 psl.
...general flow ; but the number of unaccented syllables is allowed to vary, as in the hexameter. Thus : ' There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...so high. On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.'f ' If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear. For I would see the sun rise... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1867 - 460 psl.
...There is not wind enough 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,...it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On tha topmost twig that looks at the skj I"] l He gazed, he saw : hp knew the face Of beauty, and tht... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 psl.
...the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. There is not wind enough in air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely...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 beneath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 psl.
...is, she cannot tell. — On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind...so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, b'eating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath... | |
 | 1872 - 830 psl.
...it is she cannot tell ; On the 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...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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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 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... 
