 | John Keats - 1847 - 256 pages
...sung—" O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me!" H 2 THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Secm'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1847 - 221 pages
...of St. I. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, hitter chill it was ! The owl. for all his feathers, was n-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense... | |
 | Gift books - 1849
...passage;—look, Dead Violets keep the place! April 1845. THE DREAM OF HOGMANAY.* " 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... | |
 | Boys - 1852
...Mandeville-s days) supplied him probably with the preceding description." BY JOHN KEATS. I. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd tremhling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's... | |
 | English essays - 1852
...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... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - Gift books - 1853 - 224 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1853 - 522 pages
...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... | |
 | Half hours - 1856
...there, maida, 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,...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - English essays - 1856 - 762 pages
...force of the composition. "St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feaihers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock m woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rowiry ; and while his frosted... | |
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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... 
