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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 Complete Works of John Ruskin - Page 195
by John Ruskin - 1891
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Remains of William S. Graham: With a Memoir...

William Sloan Graham - 1849 - 292 pages
...the ahTo 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 to the sky." A school-boy...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from ..., Volume 1

John Aikin - 1850 - 764 pages
...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 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 iky Hush, beating heart...
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The Edinburgh New Philosophical Journal, Volume 50

1851 - 406 pages
...are seldom or never at rest ; when not a leaf is stirring, when " There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as oft as dance it can, Hanging so light and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up at the...
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Ancient Irish Minstrelsy

William Hamilton Drummond - 1852 - 332 pages
...Somewhat similar is the image presented to us in the following lines of Coleridge's Chriltabel:— " 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." NOTE.—To enhance...
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The art of skating, by Cyclos

George Anderson (of Glasgow.) - 1852 - 106 pages
...clear autumnal days, when the fields are bare, and the woods shorn of their Summer splendour, save " 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 dead...
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Calendar of the University of Sydney

University of Sydney - 1853 - 810 pages
...rather read Chaucer than Ariosto. — (Keats, late in 1819.) ( f] 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 nnd hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. — (Coleridge.}...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an ..., Volume 7

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 pages
...ringlet clirl , From the lovely lady;' s cheek—- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leafr 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. Hush ! beating;...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an ..., Volume 7

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 pages
...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 dances as often as dance it can, Hanging BO light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush ! beating...
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Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to Tennyson

Henry Reed - 1855 - 404 pages
...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 dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart...
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Lectures on English Literature: From Chaucer to Tennyson

Henry Reed - 1855 - 416 pages
...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 dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high On the topmost twig that looks up to the sky. Hush, beating heart...
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