...one of his poems, alludes most pathetically to this superstition : — " St Agnes's Eve ! Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * * » They told me how, upon St Agnes's Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight ; And soft...

...achievement in that line of discipline. CHAPTER XXI. MISS WESTON RELIEVES HER CONSCIENCE. Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. KEATS. WINTER has come again, a " good old English winter," as people call it, meeting each other on...

...Librarian ol Conirmw, at Washington. Vni_ LX.-Nn. 3S6.— 1 1 "AND MUM «AS THE FLOCK IN WOOLLY KOLll. Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His...frosted breath. Like pious incense from a censer old, Seenvd taking flight for heaven without a death. Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer...

...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the Beadman'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...

...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock j Mure. R. DROWNING. POEMS OF NATURE. •a POEMS OF...NATURE. SONNET. THE World is too much with us ; late bike pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking Might for heaven without a death, Past the sweet...

...hath my heart, and I have his. SIR PHILIP SIDSBY. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter -band ; He plied his work ; and Lucy took The П. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, FIRESIDE...

...The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Nuinb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary,...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...

...Agnes' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped mire, where the brave are lost. On carnage, fire,...I mused, And cursed the murdering weapons I had u ho told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking...

...sensuousness" of Keats's descriptions: St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all its feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon: Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on...

...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...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...