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Favourite English Poems: Thomson to Tennyson, 1700-1860 - Page 89
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John Keats

John Barnard - 1987 - 192 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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Pictures of Romance: Form Against Context in Painting and Literature

Wendy Steiner - 1988 - 242 pages
...silent. In the midst of this chill, the Beadsman prays with numb fingers; his breath rising frosted "Like pious incense from a censer old, / Seem'd taking...without a death, / Past the sweet Virgin's picture" (ll. 7-9). He is gazing upon the image of his spiritual spouse, his breath rising — or seeming to...
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Great Expectations

Kathy Acker - 1989 - 134 pages
...describe Sutton Place — where Ashington House lay — for I miss it so deeply. 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 headman's...
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Melodious Guile: Fictive Pattern in Poetic Language

John Hollander - 1990 - 280 pages
...conjurer's evasion. Similarly with Keats's shivering bunny in 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 . . . Here, the awkward consonantal cluster is not coped...
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The Poems of John Keats

John Keats - 1994 - 554 pages
...pity of her love, so overcast. And a sad ditty of this story born The Eve ofSt Agnes St Agnes' Eve - Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's1 fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...
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Keats, Narrative and Audience: The Posthumous Life of Writing

Andrew Bennett - 1994 - 272 pages
...narrative of the Beadsman's passage through the castle, as the visual is imbued with projected emotion: 'his frosted breath, / Like pious incense from a censer...Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death' (lines 6-8). l7 The underlying and unstated rhetorical figure in these lines is a visual image and...
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Mathematical Modelling Techniques

Rutherford Aris - 1994 - 300 pages
...left the reader to judge the conditions from the plain statement of the first line: 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 wooly fold. The second line,...
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Selected Poems and Letters of Keats

John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 pages
...7 censer - container for incense. 1 6 orot Vies - places where prayers are said. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: 5 Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...
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Merriam-Webster's Encyclopedia of Literature

Merriam-Webster, Inc - 1995 - 1260 pages
...John Keats's poem "The Eve of St. Agnes": Numb were the beadsman's Hngers, while he told His rosar), and while his frosted breath. Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking (light for heaven, without a death. Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His...
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The Wordsworth Dictionary of Quotations

Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 pages
...for himself) Here lies one whose name was writ in water. 5422 'The Eve of St Agnes' St Agnes' Eve - y, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our anc limped trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold. 5423 'The Eve of St Agnes'...
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