 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 oldal
...something afar 128 JOHN KEATS. JOHN KEAT8. THE EVE OF SAINT 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 was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1876 - 568 oldal
...Honourable Miss Oakleigh, Lord Orwell's ancient spinster aunt. CHAPTER VI. A WEDDING-DAY IN JANUARY. " Ah, bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." " The bridegroom spake low, and led onward the bride, And before the high altar they stood side by side ;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 oldal
...the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TI-N.NVSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AONES* Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all...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... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1877 - 592 oldal
...am sure. Will it never be my experience ? Oh, Lord ! teach me. CHAPTER XII. A MISERABLE MORNING. " Ah, bitter chill it was : The owl for all his feathers...hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." A LITTLE later, and the mild weather was all over. A bitter frost... | |
 | Mrs. Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 502 oldal
...the coldestblooded way the moment the gardener breaks the ice of mornings. Mr. Keats writes : — " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The Owl, for all his feathers, was a cold." Well, I don't believe it will be much colder on St. Agnes' Eve (I regret to say I don't know... | |
 | Horace S. Knapp - 1877 - 772 oldal
...given, with an emphasis that soon aroused Jones. It was a terrible night for any one to be out : " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was acold." An obstetric call could not be put off till morning, by sending a prescription ; so the doctor was... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 oldal
...clearest ; Like nightingale in spring, Welcome my dearest ! ANONYMOUS. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNBS' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all...hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the headman's fingere while he told His rosary, and... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1878 - 772 oldal
...390 To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. KEATS. 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 Arthur Bright - 1879 - 142 oldal
...one which witnessed the happy adventure of young Porphyro. Then " St. Agnes Eve ; ah ! bitter cold it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." Now the weather is soft and almost warm. I always seem to connect... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879 - 318 oldal
...night and day, All earth and air seem only burning fire." JOHN KEATS, 1795-1821. THE EVE 0V 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... | |
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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... 
