 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 ... - Sivu 233tekijä(t) Leigh Hunt - 1859Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 sivua
...flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he to' .'. ILLUSTRATIONS. TKEMOB. 107 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith.'" THE EVE OP ST. AGNES. — Keatt. " Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 sivua
...last in the city of Rome, in the arms of his faithful friend, Mr. Severn.] . AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he snith. n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 sivua
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted...death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." THE EVE OF ST. AQNES.—Keatt. "Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill... | |
 | 618 sivua
...time, but it was not till nearly half-past eleven that Sir Thomas made his appearance. " Bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in wintry fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... | |
 | John Keats, James Russell Lowell, Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (baron).) - 1871 - 342 sivua
...mouth to mouth through all the country pass'd : THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem d Talung tii^ht TorTfeaven' wllKout a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1871 - 422 sivua
...flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsmans' ringers, while he told ILLUSTRATIONS. — TREMOR. 107 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Fast the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. — Keatt. " Ye... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 sivua
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the headman's 2 Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 sivua
...cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. i. ST. AGNES' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. IL His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 sivua
...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...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... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 sivua
...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...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... | |
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