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...it is impossible to doubt who was the author. Let me quote again those wonderful lines : — '•' There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf,...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." Also let me draw attention to the passage from Isaiah xvii. 6, to which I believe we owe the origination,...

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...mentioned that the revolving hemispheres 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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