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 fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his... Works ... - Trang 233bởi Leigh Hunt - 1859Xem Toàn bộ - Giới thiệu về cuốn sách này
| John Keats - 1863 - 370 trang
...AGNES' EVE - Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare h'mp'd trembling through the frozen .grass, And silent was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. ii. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; And back returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, Along... | |
| 1864 - 742 trang
...— St. Agnes' Eve Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pioiiH incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death. Fast the sweet... | |
| R. Bond - 1865 - 232 trang
...occasion a tremulous sensation, as if he thought and felt "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through...death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." The offenders might not have the most remote idea of annoying their fellow passengers,... | |
| R Bond (of London.) - 1865 - 328 trang
...review of the journey, to occasion a tremulous sensation, as if -he thought and felt "Ah, bitter oliill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while ho told His rosary, and while his froBted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking... | |
| Amelia B. Edwards - 1865 - 120 trang
...roads are blocked up from here to Chalons, and the post has not been in for nearly a week. "Ah! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And eilent was the flock in woolly fold." We have done all that can be done to enliven the wintry solitude... | |
| John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 trang
...AGNES' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-co!d ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he... | |
| Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 trang
...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 a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
| Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 trang
...faney." The poem, though long, is given entire: < J THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. St. Agnes' Eve—ah, bittar chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers was a-cold;...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for Heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
| Elizabeth Tuckett - 1867 - 490 trang
...sometimes, holding out their hands To pull you from the vile flats up to them.* EB BROWNING. 1 Ah 1 bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' KEATS. SKETCHES FROM PONTRESINA. A HEAVY storm of wind and rain and snow had kept -*••*' us prisoners... | |
| 1928 - 480 trang
...diverting to the gods, there'd have been an end of it long ago." of I. St. Agnes' Eve — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;...while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censor old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while... | |
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