 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] - Pagina 5571816Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1816 - 592 pagina’s
...prays in silence ; when lo ! a groan from the other side of the tre» makes her " leap up suddenly." " The night is chill ; the forest bare } Is it the wind...that moaneth bleak ? 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 •... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1816 - 678 pagina’s
...The lovely lady, Christabel! It snoan'd as near, as near can be, But what it is, she cannot toll. — On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. T!ve night is chill ; the forest bare : Is it the wind that tnoaneth bleak ; There is not wind enough... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pagina’s
...she. " The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel I It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is, she cannot tell.— . On the other...side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree." You love her, and you fear for her In her fear— yet what the dread, and what the danger,... | |
 | 1820 - 774 pagina’s
...can be finer than the description of the manner in which this strange visitant is first introduced. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moancth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1827 - 572 pagina’s
...beyond Janet's rani of life or understanding. L CHAPTER VIII. WitotoIt wound as near as near could be, But what it is she cannot tell; On the other side it seemed to be, Of the huge broad-breasted old oak tree. COLERIDGE. MRS. BETHUNE BALIOL'S memorandum... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...ehe. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Chrislabel ! It moan'd as near, as near can be, 2 bo, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill; the forest bare ; Is it tho wind... | |
 | 1834 - 896 pagina’s
...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 be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree." You love her, and you fear for her in her fear— yet what the dread, and what the danger,... | |
 | 1835 - 742 pagina’s
...prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely Indy, Cbristabel ! It monned as near as near can be, But what it is, she cannot tell. — On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, okl oak tree. The night is chill, the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 348 pagina’s
...[The following arc the lines in " Christabcl " which Lord Byron had unintentionally imitated : — " The night is chill, the forest bare, Is it the wind that moncth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pagina’s
...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 the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that mooneth bleak 1 There is not wind... | |
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