 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 496 páginas
...while he told His rosary, and while his 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 he saith. v' n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees,... | |
 | Frederick Hinde - 1864 - 150 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1864 - 742 páginas
...description : — 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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1864 - 298 páginas
...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...the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's ringers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense, from a censer old,... | |
 | R. Bond - 1865 - 232 páginas
...thought and felt "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all hia 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 prayers... | |
 | R Bond (of London.) - 1865 - 328 páginas
...thought and felt "Ah, bitter oliill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...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... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 páginas
...I. . 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...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... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | 1866 - 978 páginas
...flood. Sl'ENSEK. " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for his feathers, was a-cold. The hare limned trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." — KEATS. '•There's not a flower on all the hills, the frost is on the pane." — TJCNXYSOX. WE... | |
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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... 
