...years? Why were they proud? again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud? A CATHEDRAL. 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...

...did mourn In pity of her love, so overcast. And a sad ditty of this story born 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...

...is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys: St. Agnw' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...

...Was echoed by the rock ! gone like a flash ! END of PART III. PART VI. -«<>>*THE BOCK. THE BOCK. « St. Agnes' eve ! ah ! bitter chill it was ! « The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ! » (So singeth Keats, or, rather, sang alas!) Which means , that when that dreary day did fold Its...

...series of vivid little frosty scenes : " 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." Scott was a poet of great graphic power. Let us try a piece of his description against a piece, as...

...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...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious...

...betrayals of emotion : and he had great personal, as well as moral couTHE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. Ai vi s' 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...

...SAINT AGNES.1 i, St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-coldt* 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 his frosted breath, Like pious...

...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OP SAINT AGNES.1 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...

...SAINT AGNES. 1 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 were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...