 | Douglas Templeton - 2004 - 392 oldal
...(3) St Agnes Eve — and bitter chill it was, The owl for all his feathers was a-cold; The hare limpd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. . .(Keats). Despite, or, perhaps, because of the curious construction of folds in Keats's day, it is... | |
 | Stephen Fry - 2006 - 357 oldal
...Saint 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... | |
 | Barbara Ardinger - 2006 - 379 oldal
...Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all its feathers, was a-cold. The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. — John Keats, The Eve o/ St. Agnes Like his fellow Romantic poets of the early nineteenth century,... | |
 | Richard Menke - 2008 - 321 oldal
...gold / Maiden's picture — angel's portrait — " (W, 211); compare the end of Keats's first stanza: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet V1rgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 420 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. Note that the Beadsman's long prayer begins on line six with "while his frosted breath" and continues... | |
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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... 
