 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...  Time's Telescope - 第 53 頁1830完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1845 - 614 頁
...AGUES' EVE— Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for ail his feathers, was a-cold : i The hare limped Q ` ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted brenth, Like jrious... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 頁
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.' St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 頁
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. X THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.' St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 頁
...To steal my Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST, AGNES. PART II. , . v THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. i. 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 頁
...cruelty, To steal my Basil -pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST, AGNES. FAST II. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 頁
...St. Agnes " is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 頁
...Agnes," is as highly finished, almost, as the masterpieces of POPE. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGUES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 頁
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 頁
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 頁
...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.1 i. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;2 The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
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