...brackets) when it is an essential part of a draft variant. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. I. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; 5 Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...

...the problem/poem. Take the opening stanza of Keats' poem, "The Eve of St. Agnes." 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: Numb were the Beadsman's...

...Saint Agnes was January 20, and Keats's opening lines are full of images of winter: 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: Wright's design...

...magical in both senses of that word. Any illustrations from great poetry will serve: St. Agnes' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; the enchanted version of the scientific or historical fact that it was a cold night, so cold that the birds...

...Savings Bank on 42nd Street with its great stone arches and massive chandeliers. "Welcome to King ArAh, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . . . "Great poem for the summer, don't you think? Keats." Her talk was a cool wave washing over me...

...with ekphrastic gestures and portraits. Even secondary characters such as the old Beadsman - whose "frosted breath, / Like pious incense from a censer...without a death, / Past the sweet Virgin's picture" (6-9) - looks like a still-life, deader than the picture of the Virgin. His breath is the only seeming...

...another (Porphyro), watching a woman who broods voluptuously upon herself.'16 1 St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold:17 Numb were the Beadsman's18 fingers, while he told19 His rosary, and while his frosted breath,...

...essential meaning, dropped with a light touch, especially in thé stanza's concluding lines: Numb were thé Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and...pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight from heaven, without a death, Past thé sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. We hâve...

...reading seven degrees below on the Fahrenheit scale. (2) It was bloody cold. (3) St Agnes Eve — and bitter chill it was, The owl for all his feathers...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. . .(Keats). Despite, or, perhaps, because of the curious construction of folds in Keats's day, it is...

...would you put in those bags? •19f St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all its feathers, was a-cold. The hare limp'd trembling through...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. — John Keats, The Eve o/ St. Agnes Like his fellow Romantic poets of the early nineteenth century,...