 | Acrostics - 1871 - 312 頁
...breathed to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmured overhead, And sometimes underground." 4. " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." 5. "Alas! for this grey shadow, once a man — So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1871 - 492 頁
...his predecessor strci,;ied his unwilling length on that memorable cTening. CHAPTER X. IN A CELLAE. " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grabs And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS,... | |
 | Horace S. Knapp - 1872 - 758 頁
...given, with an emphasis that soon aroused Jones. It was a terrible night for any one to be out: • " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was acold." An obstetric call could not be put off till morning, by sending a prescription ; so the doctor was... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 頁
...the burthen sung — " O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF 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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb... | |
 | William Chauncey Fowler - 1873 - 814 頁
...part, I ask not proud philosophy To tell me what thou art." — CAMPBELL. 13. "St. Agnes' s Ece! A bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." — KEATS. 13. " Half the failures in life arise from pulling in one's horse when he is leaping." —... | |
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 頁
...is the burden 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, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 頁
...our organs', which endure No light, being themselves obscure. THE EVE OP ST. AGNES. BY JOHN KEATS. T. 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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 頁
...something afar From the sphere of our sorrow I JOHN KEATS. 129 JOHN KEATS. THE EVK OF SA I NT AQNE8. SAINT 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 flock in woolly fold... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 頁
...across the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TENNYSON. 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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1876 - 568 頁
...Honourable Miss Oakleigh, Lord Orwell's ancient spinster aunt. CHAPTER VI. A WEDDING-DAY IN JANUARY. " Ah, bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." " The bridegroom spake low, and led onward the bride, And before the high altar they stood side by... | |
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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... 
