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書籍 書目71 - 80,共 176 頁;搜尋條件:St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold...
" 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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A Manual of Elocution Founded Upon the Philosophy of the Human Voice

M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - 396 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...
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Favourite English poems and poets

1870
...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...
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The Sporting magazine; or Monthly calendar of the transactions of the turf ...

...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,...
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 789 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...
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The Sutherlands

Miriam Coles Harris - 1871 - 474 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...
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Acrostics in prose and verse, a sequel to Double acrostics by various ...

A E H - 1871
...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...
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History of the Maumee Valley: Commencing with Its Occupation by the French ...

Horace S. Knapp - 1872 - 667 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...
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The poetical works of John Keats, ed. by W.B. Scott

John Keats - 1873 - 351 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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English Grammar: The English Language in Its Elements and Forms, with a ...

William Chauncey Fowler - 1873 - 796 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." —...
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The poetical works of John Keats. With mem., notes &c, 第 799 期

John Keats - 1874
...Still 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 were the...
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