 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
 | 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
...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... | |
 | 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 were the... | |
 | 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... | |
 | James Comper Gray - 1876 - 868 頁
...precious pearl in heaven above," — The Triumph of Timr. "Ah I bitter chill it was ; tho owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; the hare limp'd trembling through...grass, and silent was the flock in woolly fold,"— KtaU. " The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmur'd longing of the wood." — Lowell. d Ilarmcr. "... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 頁
...night, 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 were the... | |
 | 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 side ;... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 頁
...SAINT AGNES' Eve, —ah, bitter chill it 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 beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1876 - 474 頁
...UPON THE EARTH. Ah, bitter chill it was I 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. —KEATS. HE winter of 1867-68 will count among. the severest recorded in meteorological annals. As... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 頁
...the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TI-N.NVSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AONES* 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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