| Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 oldal
...St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
| Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 794 oldal
...bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
| Half hours - 1847 - 616 oldal
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 oldal
...AGNES' EVE — Ah, hitter chill it was ! The owl. for all his feathers, was n-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense... | |
| 1849 - 342 oldal
...HOGMANAY.* " St. Agnes' 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...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and white his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 oldal
...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 Past the 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... | |
| Boys - 1852 - 466 oldal
...Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd tremhling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock...Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosty breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death,... | |
| George Anderson (of Glasgow.) - 1852 - 106 oldal
...creaks under foot ; " 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 ;" and when pond, and lake, and river are coated with a strong and slippery surface — then there... | |
| 1852 - 782 oldal
...bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
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