 | Emma Jane Worboise - Aristocracy (Social class) - 1876 - 568 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 ;... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1877 - 618 pages
...AONES* 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 leadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1877 - 592 pages
...am sure. Will it never be my experience ? Oh, Lord ! teach me. CHAPTER XII. A MISERABLE MORNING. " 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." A LITTLE later,... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - Authors, English - 1878 - 772 pages
...we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. KEATS. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 5 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Thomas Firminger Thiselton- Dyer - 1878 - 344 pages
...alludes most pathetically to this superstition : — "St. Agnes's Eve ! Ah ! bitter chill it was 1 The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * / * * * They told pifehow, upon St. Agnes's Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight ; And... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 pages
...Like nightingale in spring, Welcome my dearest ! ANONYMOUS. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNBS' 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... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879 - 318 pages
...earth and air seem only burning fire." JOHN KEATS, 1795-1821. THE EVE 0V ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EvE — ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 1 His rosary, and while hia frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Cecilia Findlay - 1880 - 272 pages
...her latest achievement in that line of discipline. CHAPTER XXI. MISS WESTON RELIEVES HER CONSCIENCE. Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. KEATS. WINTER has come again, a " good old English winter," as people call it, meeting each other on... | |
 | Thomas Firminger Thiselton Dyer - Folklore - 1880 - 312 pages
...Keats, in one of his poems, alludes most pathetically to this superstition : — " St Agnes's Eve ! Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * * » They told me how, upon St Agnes's Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight ; And soft... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1880 - 1124 pages
...heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? si« WALTER SCOTT. THE EVE OF ST. AC! N ES. ST. AGNES' EVE, — rt"+ limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's... | |
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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... 
