 | 614 oldal
...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 picture, while his prayer be saith." 21st. Saint Agnes, Virgin and Martyr. Sun rises at vii. 45. sets iv. 15. — The feast of... | |
 | 1823 - 400 oldal
...told >, > • . His rosary, and while his 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 he saith. The precautions to be observed .by the fair Madeline differ somewhat from those just mentioojsd, and... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 oldal
...while he told His rosary, and while his 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 he saith. The precautions to be observed by the fair Madeline differ somewhat from those just mentioned, and... | |
 | 1840 - 528 oldal
...in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 oldal
...for heaven, without a death, Past the swect Virgin's picture, while his pmyer he saith. H. His pmyer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And leek retumeth, meager, barefoot, wan, Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptured dead,... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 oldal
...flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 oldal
...beadsman's fingers while he toIJ His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense^ from a center old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while bis prayer he saith. What a complete feeling of winter-time i* here, together with an intimation of... | |
 | 1842 - 818 oldal
...flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, "»t Ae tweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith "his description of moonlight streaming throug... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...flock in woolly fold; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd...Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan. Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 oldal
...flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd...Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, Along the chapel aisle by slow degrees : The sculptur'd dead... | |
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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 his frosted... 
