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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 John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott, 639. kiadás

John Keats - 1873 - 351 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...

The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 799. kiadás

John Keats - 1874
...AGNES. 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...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And...

Little Classics, 13-14. kötet

Rossiter Johnson - 1875
...KEATS. T. 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...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riscth from his knees, And baek...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 352 oldal
...SAINT AGNES' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cnld ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilchis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaveu without...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 352 oldal
...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilehis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without...

A NEW LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - 1876
...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...sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. II. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876
...AGNES. SAINT AGNES' Eve, —ah, bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from hi-, knees, And...

Everyday Objects; Or, Picturesque Aspects of Natural History ...

William Henry Davenport Adams - 1876 - 427 oldal
...SEEN UPON THE EARTH. Ah, bitter chill it was I 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. —KEATS. HE winter of 1867-68 will count among. the severest recorded in meteorological annals. As...

The biblical museum. Old Testament, 9-10. kötet

James Comper Gray - 1876
...Triumph of Timr. "Ah I bitter chill it was ; tho owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; the hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, and silent was the flock in woolly fold,"— KtaU. " The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmur'd longing of the wood." — Lowell. d Ilarmcr. "...

A New Library of Poetry and Song, 1. kötet

William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 950 oldal
...ST. AONES* 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 leadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...




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