 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 ページ
...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...Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer ho saith. ##**** They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight,... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1856 - 794 ページ
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 ページ
...AGNES.1 St Agnes' Eve— Ah ! bilter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ,-» The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...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... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1859 - 380 ページ
...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 ページ
...particularizing mood. " 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,...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... | |
 | 1863 - 392 ページ
...Severn.] L ST. AGNES' EYE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 496 ページ
...ST. AGNES. 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,...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,... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 ページ
...AGNES' EVE - Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare h'mp'd trembling through the frozen .grass, And silent was...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. ii. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; And back returneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, Along... | |
 | Frederick Hinde - 1864 - 150 ページ
...composition — " 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,...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... | |
 | 1864 - 742 ページ
...— St. 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...told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pioiiH incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death. Fast the sweet... | |
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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... 
