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

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...blood with a terror no less powerful. It too is full of lines and phrases of extraordinary beauty : The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not enough wind in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not...

...oak But moss and rarest mistletoe: She kneels beneath the huge oak tree, And in silence prayeth she. — *° The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough...

...35 And in silence prayeth she. The lady sprang up suddenly, The lovely lady, Christabel ! It moan'd breast they touch a spring, They wake a sigh. There is — - 40 On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. To move away...