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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 Sutherlands

Miriam Coles Harris - 1871 - 474 pages
...his predecessor strci,;ied his unwilling length on that memorable cTening. CHAPTER X. IN A CELLAE. " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grabs And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS, IT was always...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 789 pages
...Through all the world she followed him. ALFKEO TENNYSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. I. ST. ACXES' EVE, — limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the...
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The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, Issue 799

John Keats - 1874
...sung — " O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me !" 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...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1875 - 352 pages
...AGNES' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cnld ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilchis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaveu without...
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Little Classics, Volumes 13-14

Rossiter Johnson - Literature - 1875
...endure No light, being themselves obscure. THE EVE OP ST. AGNES. BY JOHN KEATS. T. 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...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1875 - 352 pages
...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilehis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without...
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876
...SAINT AGNES' Eve, —ah, bitter chill it 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...
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The biblical museum. Old Testament, Volumes 9-10

James Comper Gray - 1876
...precious pearl in heaven above," — The Triumph of Timr. "Ah I bitter chill it was ; tho owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; the hare limp'd trembling through...grass, and silent was the flock in woolly fold,"— KtaU. " The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmur'd longing of the wood." — Lowell. d Ilarmcr. "...
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A NEW LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - 1876
...Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TENNYSON. 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...
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Lady Clarissa

Emma Jane Worboise - Aristocracy (Social class) - 1876 - 552 pages
...Honourable Miss Oakleigh, Lord Orwell's ancient spinster aunt. CHAPTER VI. A WEDDING-DAY IN JANUARY. " Ah, bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." " The bridegroom spake low, and led onward the bride, And before the high altar they stood side by side ;...
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