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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 ..., 46. kötet;109. 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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