 | John Bayley - 1984 - 228 oldal
...poetry - particularly romantic poetry - in which the force of denotation itself produces connotation. St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold . . . . . . And they are gone: aye, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm . . . The poetry... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 oldal
...in the corniced shade Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade. from The Eve of St Agnes (i) 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 Beadsman's... | |
 | John Barnard - 1987 - 192 oldal
...relationship between religious and sensual ecstasy. The Eve of St Agnes begins and ends with the Beadsman: St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...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... | |
 | Gilbert Meilaender - 2010 - 164 oldal
...gives these illustrations of each:14 (1) It was very cold. ( 2 ) There were 1 3 degrees of frost. ( 3 ) "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers...hare limped trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in wooly fold: Numb'd were the Beadsman's fingers. "Theological language tries... | |
 | Kathy Acker - 1989 - 134 oldal
...years later. I can't describe Sutton Place — where Ashington House lay — for I miss it so deeply. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl...hare limped 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... | |
 | John Hollander - 1990 - 280 oldal
..."echo" sound like a conjurer's evasion. Similarly with Keats's shivering bunny in The Eve of St. Agnes: St. Agnes Eve — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl...The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass . . . Here, the awkward consonantal cluster is not coped with agonistically by the reader but rather... | |
 | Karl Kroeber, Gene W. Ruoff - 1993 - 520 oldal
...the chapel's piercing cold prepares a series of contrasts the poem is steadily to develop and expand. 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 Beadsman's... | |
 | Garrett Hardin - 1995 - 350 oldal
...Should we, then, rewrite literature to take account of this insight of physics? Keats, remember, wrote: St. Agnes' Eve — Ah bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold — when, had he possessed the knowledge of physics that developed soon after his death — the knowledge... | |
 | Rutherford Aris - 1994 - 300 oldal
...effective had he left the reader to judge the conditions from the plain statement of the first line: St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in wooly fold. The second line, reading as it does like a shiver, makes the reader... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 oldal
...the chapel's piercing cold prepares a series of contrasts the poem is steadily to develop and expand. 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 Beadsman's... | |
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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... 
