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" 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 silent was the flock in woolly fold... "
Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860 - Page 89
1863
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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1840 - 522 pages
...troml>ling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly Ibid : Numb were the Bondsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted...pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight ibr heaven, without a death, Past the «weet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. II. His prayer...
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The Southern literary messenger, Volume 8

1842
...delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys: St. Agnw' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - Electronic books - 1845 - 345 pages
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.1 i. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers,...beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a...
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The Prose and Poetry of Europe and America: Consisting of Literary Gems and ...

English literature - 1845 - 600 pages
...AGUES' EVE— Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for ail his feathers, was a-cold : i The hare limped Q ` brenth, Like jrious incrme,from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 255 pages
...SAINT AGNES.' St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's ftngers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old,...
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Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - English poetry - 1846 - 318 pages
...delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...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...
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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review by Francis Jeffrey, Volume 2

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...
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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, Volume 3

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - English literature - 1846
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...
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Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - English poetry - 1846 - 318 pages
...stanza conveys : St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccW ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...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 incense from...
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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - Edinburgh review (1802) - 1846 - 762 pages
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while...
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