 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...  The Letters and Poems of John Keats - Page 91by John Keats - 1883Full view - About this book
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 410 pages
...bitter cold 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...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... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 354 pages
...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 the flock in woolly fold. Numb were the beadsman's fingers as he told His rosary, and as his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 pages
...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 beadsman's ftngens while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old.... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...bitter chill it was! The owl. for all his feathers, was a-coUl ; Tbe liare limped trembling through d / Headsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his fronted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 608 pages
...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...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. (l) Hunt, quoting the first line as an illustration for the paper A "Now,." descriptive of a Cold Day... | |
 | William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - 1883 - 386 pages
...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...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1883 - 350 pages
...bitter chill it was ; The owl, for dll his feathers, vas a-cold; (*) The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly...without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while Ids prayer he saith-C) n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseth... | |
 | E.H. Butler & Co - 1853 - 396 pages
...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...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1883 - 382 pages
...—ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers the frozen grass, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 pages
...bitter chill it was ! The owl, fur all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Headsman's finders while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, I/ike pious incense... | |
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