 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 : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while...  The Poetical Works of John Keats - 189. oldalszerző: John Keats - 1863 - 301 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
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...feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incence from a cencer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death Past the sweet Virgin's... | |
 | 1823 - 400 oldal
...Eve of St. Agnes' Ali ! bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-eohl ; The bare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 oldal
...Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; The Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for Heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture while his prayer... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 878 oldal
...Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bitter chill it van ! 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 told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight. And soft adorings... | |
 | 1830 - 472 oldal
...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 told her how upon St. Agnes' Eve Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 oldal
...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 how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 oldal
...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 ! 'tis an elfin storm from fairy-land." In the " Mirror of the Months" are the following... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 954 oldal
...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 how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And softadorings... | |
 | 742 oldal
...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 do better than advise our readers to continue in the performance of those operations... | |
 | William Hone - 1839 - 874 oldal
...St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bluer 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 told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings... | |
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