 | Gilbert Meilaender - 2010
...degrees of frost. ( 3 ) "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 wooly fold: Numb'd were the Beadsman's fingers. "Theological language tries to bring to religion the... | |
 | Wendy Steiner - 1988 - 218 oldal
...prays with numb fingers; his breath rising frosted "Like pious incense from a censer old, / Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, / Past the sweet Virgin's picture" (ll. 7-9). He is gazing upon the image of his spiritual spouse, his breath rising — or seeming to... | |
 | Kathy Acker - 1989 - 128 oldal
...deeply. 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... | |
 | Daniel P. Watkins - 1989 - 228 oldal
...distinguish personal need from institutional reality), the beadsman's "frosted breath I ... I Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, / Past the sweet Virgin's picture" (6-9). As he leaves the chapel, too, "he passeth by" (17) "the sculptur'd dead" (14) of the aristocracy,... | |
 | Karl Kroeber, Gene W. Ruoff - 1993 - 508 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... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 354 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1994 - 491 oldal
...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: Numb were the Beadsman's1 fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Rutherford Aris - 1994 - 269 oldal
...line: 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 wooly fold. The second line, reading as it does like a shiver, makes the reader feel the cold with... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 891 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... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 301 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 the flock in woolly fold: 5 Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
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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... 
