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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 Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ...

1845 - 600 oldal
...ST. AGUES' EVE— Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for ail his feathers, was a-cold : i The hare Parker brenth, Like jrious incrme,from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 345 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...beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a...

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

The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 oldal
...AGUES' 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 Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts

John Keats - 1846
...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 Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts, 1-2. rész

John Keats - 1846
...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...

Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, 3. kötet

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, 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 prayers...

Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 318 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. This description of moonlight streaming through a stained glass-window, is acknowledged to be unrivalled...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 345 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.2 n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseih from his knees,...

Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 318 oldal
...Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccW ; The hare limp'd 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...




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