 | 614 oldal
...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 oldal
...Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold;...Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 oldal
...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter his grace sent to sir John, limp'd trembling through the frozen grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They told her... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 882 oldal
...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — The Eve of SI. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, t'.'.ter ) @ ߄ 谂 ". 1826 W. Tegg" Hone Wi limp'd trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon... | |
 | 1830 - 472 oldal
...made it the subject of one of his sweet and original poems. The following are a few stanzas from it. St. Agnes' Eve? Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * •***'* They... | |
 | 1871 - 928 oldal
...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 oldal
...further acquaintance with his beauties : — 135 The Eve of St. Agnci. St. Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 oldal
...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass ; And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * . * * * Hark... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 954 oldal
...desire for further acquaintance with bii beauties: — The Eve of St. Agnet. St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her... | |
 | 742 oldal
...for perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS. We cannot... | |
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EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... 
