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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 JOHN KEATS

1863
...AGNES' EVE - Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare h'mp'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...

The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a Life

John Keats - 1863 - 438 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. v' n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees,...

Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. Hinde

Frederick Hinde - 1864 - 124 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...

The Southern Monthly Magazine, 1. kötet

1864
...description : — St. Agnes' Eve Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pioiiH incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death. Fast the sweet...

THE SEER OR, COMMON-PLACES REFRESHED

LEIGH HUNT - 1864
...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 flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's ringers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense, from a censer old,...

Murray and co's book of information for railway travellers and railway officials

R. Bond - 1865 - 203 oldal
...thought and felt "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all hia 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 prayers...

Murray and Co.'s Book of Information for Railway Travellers and Railway ...

R Bond (of London.) - 1865 - 203 oldal
...thought and felt "Ah, bitter oliill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while ho told His rosary, and while his froBted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking...

Golden Leaves from the British Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 546 oldal
...I. . AGNES' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-co!d ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. ii. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And...

Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 376 oldal
...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 was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...

The Christian world magazine (and family visitor)., 1-2. kötet

1866
...flood. Sl'ENSEK. " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for his feathers, was a-cold. The hare limned trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." — KEATS. '•There's not a flower on all the hills, the frost is on the pane." — TJCNXYSOX. WE...




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