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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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SONGS OF THREE CENTURIES

1883
...through And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers the frozen grass, while he told His rosary, and while his 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 Fifth Reader

E.H. Butler & Co - Readers - 1853 - 384 pages
...pure color and clear melody." He died at Rome, February 23, 1821, of cousumption. 1. 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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The Letters and Poems of John Keats, Volumes 2-3

John Keats - 1883
...shriek'd; — and lo ! from all his limbs Celestial * * * * THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. BT. Agnes' Eve — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The harelimp'd tremblingthrough the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1884 - 284 pages
...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,...woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while lie told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem d taking...
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All lost in the snow

mrs. William Olding - 1884
...yet,' exclaimed the old man, ' that a true heart so may gain such a reward !' CHAPTEE X. AND LAST. ' Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' THE valley streams were frozen ; the forest was naked, but for its covering of snow ; the meadows were...
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Favorite Authors in Prose and Poetry

James Thomas Fields - American literature - 1884
...rise the glorious thought, I am with thee ' THE EVE OP ST. AGNES. BY JOHN KEATS. 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 sileut was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the...
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Through the Year with the Poets, Volume 1

Oscar Fay Adams - American poetry - 1885
...— The Bridegroom with his bride ! ALFRED TENNYSON. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES. SAINT 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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A Choice of Poets: An Anthology of Poets from Wordsworth to the Present Day

Ronald Proctor Hewett - English Poetry - 1987 - 318 pages
...shade Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade. from The Eve of St Agnes (i) I St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a deatli, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. Keats I from The Eve of St. Agnes...
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Limits of Love: Some Theological Explorations

Gilbert Meilaender - Religion - 2010
...gives these illustrations of each:14 (1) It was very cold. ( 2 ) There were 1 3 degrees of frost. ( 3 ) "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 wooly fold: Numb'd were the...
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John Keats

John Barnard, Barnard John - Literary Collections - 1987 - 172 pages
...religious and sensual ecstasy. The Eve of St Agnes begins and ends with the Beadsman: 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...
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