 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 页
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted...death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." THE EVE OF ST. AQNES.—Keatt. "Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill... | |
 | 618 页
...was a-cold ! The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in wintry fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for Heaven." The morning was too cold to loiter, which those who had been in waiting... | |
 | John Keats, James Russell Lowell, Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (baron).) - 1871 - 342 页
...ST. AGNES. 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,...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... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1871 - 422 页
...flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsmans' ringers, while he told ILLUSTRATIONS. — TREMOR. 107 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Fast the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. — Keatt. " Ye... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 页
...ACXES' EVE, — ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped 2 headman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 页
...ST. AGNES. i. 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,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. IL His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 页
...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...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... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 页
...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...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 页
...AGNES' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cnld ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilchis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaveu without... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 页
...while he told His rosary, and whilehis 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 saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lump, and ri.scth from his knees, And... | |
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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... 
