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" 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... "
Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack - 12. oldal
1823
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 522 oldal
...troml>ling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly Ibid : Numb were the Bondsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight ibr heaven, without a death, Past the «weet Virgin's picture, while his prayer...

The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1841 - 240 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...

Essays

Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 79 oldal
...frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; [grass, Numb were the 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...

The Southern literary messenger, 8. kötet

1842
...Agnw' 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 tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...

The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 46. kötet

1887
...eyes a series of vivid little frosty scenes : " 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." Scott was a poet of great graphic power. Let us try a piece of his description against a piece, as...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 oldal
...Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl 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 he...

Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845
...Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-coldt* 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 he...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 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 he...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 oldal
...Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The'owl,for all his feathers, was a-cold fl 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 he...

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 oldal
...vi s' 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...




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