 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 oldal
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. X THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.' St. 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 oldal
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.' St. 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 oldal
...cruelty, To steal my Basil -pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST, AGNES. FAST II. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 oldal
...St. Agnes " is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 oldal
...To steal my Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST, AGNES. PART II. , . v THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. i. 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 oldal
...Agnes," is as highly finished, almost, as the masterpieces of POPE. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. 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 the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 oldal
...St. Agnes " is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : St. 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 oldal
...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.1 i. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;2 The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 794 oldal
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 oldal
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the... | |
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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... 
