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" St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while... "
Times Telescope - 第 53 頁
1830
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The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or ...

Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824
...Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; The Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the...
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The every-day book, or, The guide to the year, 第 2 卷

William Hone - 1825 - 851 頁
...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter...sent to sir John, assuring him at the same time that grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins...
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The Every Day Book, Or, A Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular ..., 第 1 卷

William Hone - 1826
...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — The Eve of SI. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, t'.'.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might...
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The Nautical Magazine: A Journal of Papers on Subjects Connected ..., 第 40 卷

1871
...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calandar of Popular ...

William Hone - 1835
...further acquaintance with his beauties : — 135 The Eve of St. Agnci. St. Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...
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Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 425 頁
...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass ; And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * . * * * Hark ! 'tis an elfin storm from fairy-land." In the " Mirror of the Months" are the following...
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The every-day book, or

William Hone - 1837
...desire for further acquaintance with bii beauties: — The Eve of St. Agnet. St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...
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The New monthly belle assemblée, 第 36-37 卷

...for perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS. We cannot...
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The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music & Romance

...passion as yet unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro...
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The Cambridge University Magazine, 第 1 卷,第 1 期

1840
...years? Why were they proud? again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud? A CATHEDRAL. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...
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