| Amelia B. Edwards - 1865 - 120 pages
...gate ; the roads are blocked up from here to Chalons, and the post has not been in for nearly a week. "Ah! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And eilent was the flock in woolly fold." We have done all that can be done to enliven the wintry solitude... | |
| John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 pages
...AGNES' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-co!d ; 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 he... | |
| Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 pages
...earth. His most renowned poem is the Eve of St. Agnes : here are a few stanzas :— 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... | |
| Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - 394 pages
...faney." The poem, though long, is given entire: < J THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. St. Agnes' Eve—ah, bittar chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers was a-cold;...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... | |
| Elizabeth Tuckett - 1867 - 490 pages
...sometimes, holding out their hands To pull you from the vile flats up to them.* EB BROWNING. 1 Ah 1 bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' KEATS. SKETCHES FROM PONTRESINA. A HEAVY storm of wind and rain and snow had kept -*••*' us prisoners... | |
| Elizabeth Tuckett - 1867 - 482 pages
...stronger sometimes, holding out their hands To pull you from the vile flats up to them.' EB BROWXINQ. * Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare- llmpM trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' KEATS. SKETCHES... | |
| 1928 - 480 pages
...custom not diverting to the gods, there'd have been an end of it long ago." of I. St. Agnes' Eve — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censor old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while... | |
| M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 pages
...of Hyblan bee Before thy loud'st protesting." AURORA LEIGH, — Mrs. Browning. " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hair limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were... | |
| 618 pages
...time, but it was not till nearly half-past eleven that Sir Thomas made his appearance. " Bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in wintry fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... | |
| John Keats, James Russell Lowell, Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (baron).) - 1871 - 342 pages
...borne From mouth to mouth through all the country pass'd : 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, Seem d Talung tii^ht TorTfeaven' wllKout a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
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