 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...  Through the Year with the Poets - Pagina 85de Oscar Fay Adams - 1885Vizualizare completă - Despre această carte
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...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 pagini
...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter his grace sent to sir John, limp'd trembling through the frozen grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They told her... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 882 pagini
...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — The Eve of SI. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, t'.'.ter ) @ ߄ 谂 ". 1826 W. Tegg" Hone Wi limp'd trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon... | |
 | 1830 - 472 pagini
...it the subject of one of his sweet and original poems. The following are a few stanzas from it. 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. * •***'* They... | |
 | 1871 - 928 pagini
...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours... | |
 | William Hone - 1835 - 876 pagini
...further acquaintance with his beauties : — 135 The Eve of St. Agnci. St. Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 pagini
...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " 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. * * . * * * Hark... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 954 pagini
...desire for further acquaintance with bii beauties: — The Eve of St. Agnet. St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her... | |
 | 742 pagini
...for perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS. We cannot... | |
 | 740 pagini
...and passion as yet unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro... | |
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