 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 ... - Strana 233autor/autoři: Leigh Hunt - 1859Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1852 - 782 str.
...trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's table. Going to bed 1 asked again ; and said I could...not believe he loved me if he refused to tell me Seem d taking flight for heaven, without a death, i'.ii the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayers... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 288 str.
...AGNES' EVE — Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, with 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, Fast the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 str.
...St. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitler chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; Thehare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's lingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted hrcath, Like pious incensé from a censer... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 str.
...cruelty, To steal my BasU-pot away from me ! " L 2 THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. IF. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1856 - 794 str.
...Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rowiry ; and while his frosted breath, Like pio«s incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for...death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." But the glory and charm of the poem is in toe description of the fair maiden's antique... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 str.
...trust to me, So many goblins you shall see. HERRICK. ST. AGNES' EVE. 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 grasa, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1859 - 380 str.
...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... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 str.
...reveals imagination in her lingering, loving, particularizing mood. " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith." But I need not scruple to quote once more the most wonderful passage in this wonderful poem, a passage... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 496 str.
...Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ! THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...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,... | |
 | 1863 - 392 str.
...the city of Home, in the arms of his faithful friend, Mr. Severn.] L ST. AGNES' EYE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. N IL His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees And... | |
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