...in silence prayeth she. * * * * The night is chill, the forest is bare. Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move...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,...

...IB it the wind that moaneih bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet carl From the lovely lady's cheek. There is not wind enough...red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often аз dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks np at the...

...Chrtstabel,' ' The Ancient Mariner,' &o.] The night is chill, the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu Maria, shield her well ! She foldeth her arms beneath her cloak, And steals to the other side of the...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...trees in the cold evening air, where there was " —not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the h1st of its clan. That dances as often as dance it can....high On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." between the crooked boughs and stiff delicate black twigs, the faint dull blood-stain low down in the...

...lovely lady!s cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl f The one red leaf, the last of its clan, i That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light,...the sky. Hush ! beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the...

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