...oak But moss and rarest misletoe. She kneels beneath the huge oak-tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady Christabel...side it seems to be Of the huge broad-breasted old oak-tree." cription of the mysterious being for whom we feel an unconquerable aversion, even despite...

...rarest mistletoe: She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady leaps up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moaned...to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek— There is not wind enough to twirl The...

...oak, But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she It moaned as near, as near can be, But what it is, she can not tell. — On the other side, it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The...

...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 moaneth bleak. There in not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek ; There is...

...[The following are tha lines in " Chrlstable " which Lord Byron had unintentional!y Imitated:— " 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...

...she can not 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 moaneth bleak 1 There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady!s cheek —...

...oak, But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel...to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its...

...and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease." ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE. — Keatt. " The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel...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 lady's cheek...

...And in silence prayeth she. The lady springs np suddenly. The lovely lady Christabel 1 It moaned us near as near can be, But what It Is she cannot tell ; On the other side, ifscems to bo. Of the huge, broad-breasted old oak-troiv The nlg;ht is chill, the forest bare : Is...

...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 moaneth bleak ? •64 ELOCUTION. • There is not wind enough in air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely...