...and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. It moan VI as near, as near can be, But what it is, she cannot...so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the oak. What sees she there?...

...tree, And in silence prayeth she. The lady leaps up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel! It moan'd as near, as near can be, But what it is, she cannot...dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, aud hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel!...

...or shower, Sixteen short bowls, not over loud ; Some say she sees my lady's shroud." And again,, — The night is chill ; the forest bare ; .• ..,..•...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clany. That dances as often as dance it can, "x " - . Hanging so light, and hanging so high, . On the...

...air To move away the ringlet curl There is not wind enough to twirl From the lovely lady's cheek.— The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances...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 her...

...spring-landscape, which we think is worthy of Mr. Wordsworth, in some of his " diviner moorf*:"— • " The night is chill, the forest bare; Is it the wind...move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheekThere is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the lust of its clan, That dances as often...

...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...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its dan, That dances as often as dance it can. Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig...

...There is not wind enough in 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...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...

...appears to glide Like a lava stream through the darker tide. All nature was in harmony : 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. And while " in glorious sympathy with suns that set", we felt the softness of the hour Steal on...

...to glide Like a lava-stream through the darker tide." v All nature was in harmony : — " 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." And while, " in glorious sympathy with suns that set," we felt— " The softness of the hour...

...nor thunder, Shall wholly do away I ween, The marks of that which once hath been." AN APRIL NIGHT. " The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind...so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." AN OLD CHAMBER. " The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moon-beam enters there. But...