 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
 | Elizabeth Tuckett - 1867 - 482 頁
...stronger sometimes, holding out their hands To pull you from the vile flats up to them.' EB BROWXINQ. * Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare- llmpM trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' KEATS. SKETCHES... | |
 | 1928 - 480 頁
...things. Were such a custom not diverting to the gods, there'd have been an end of it long ago." of 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... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 416 頁
...hear the forest hum of Hyblan bee Before thy loud'st protesting." AURORA LEIGH, — Mrs. Browning. " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hair limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 頁
...December, 1820 he breathed his last in the city of Rome, in the arms of his faithful friend, Mr. Severn.] . AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for...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... | |
 | 618 頁
...time, but it was not till nearly half-past eleven that Sir Thomas made his appearance. " Bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in wintry fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 頁
...the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFKEO TENNYSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. I. ST. ACXES' P 2 limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the... | |
 | 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, IT was always... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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
...is 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,...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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