 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...  The Living Age - Page 4271892Full view - About this book
 | Henry Kingsley - 1862 - 316 pages
...and he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice — " ' St. 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 drowsy was the flock in woolly fold." " What was the poor lad thinking of? God knows. There are times... | |
 | Henry Kingsley - 1862 - 458 pages
...he, looking seaward, said, idly, in a low voice, — " « St. 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 drowsy was the flock in woolly fold.' " His beautiful face was turned towards the dying sun, and in... | |
 | Sir George Grove, David Masson, John Morley, Mowbray Morris - 1862 - 576 pages
...seaward, said, idly, in a low voice — " ' St. Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was. ', The owl, fur all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped, trembling, through the frozen grass ; And drowsy was the flock in woolly fold.' " What was the poor lad thinking of ? Clod knows. There are times... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 370 pages
...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 the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | 1863 - 392 pages
...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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1864 - 298 pages
...live for ever. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. BY JOHN KEATS. I. ST. AGNES' EVE. — Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's ringers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | 1864 - 742 pages
...affection, so wonderfully vivid in their description : — St. Agnes' Eve Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pioiiH... | |
 | Frederick Hinde - 1864 - 150 pages
...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 frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | R. Bond - 1865 - 232 pages
...thought and felt "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all hia 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 frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pages
...is the Eve of St. Agnes : here are a few stanzas :— St. Agnes' eve — ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
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