 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1877 - 543 oldal
...A MISERABLE MORNING. " 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." A LITTLE later, and the mild weather was all over. A bitter frost set in, the wind blew keenly from... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 28 oldal
...through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the headman's fingere while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath,...sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from hia And back returneth,... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1878 - 427 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...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 5 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Thomas Firminger Thiselton- Dyer - 1878
...Agnes's Eve ! Ah ! bitter chill it was 1 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 pifehow, upon St. Agnes's Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight ; And... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879
...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...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 1 His rosary, and while hia frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Henry Arthur Bright - 1879 - 120 oldal
...Then " 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 was the flock in woolly fold." Now the weather is soft and almost warm. I always seem to connect the idea of a Snowdrop with St. Agnes... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879
...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told I His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he... | |
 | Frances Mary Owen - 1880 - 183 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... | |
 | Ronald Proctor Hewett - 1987 - 318 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 deatli, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | John Barnard, Barnard John - 1987 - 172 oldal
...Beadsman: 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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, 90 Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
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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... 
