 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
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 頁
...voyeur (Keats), watching another (Porphyro), watching a woman who broods voluptuously upon herself.'16 1 St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold:17 Numb were the Beadsman's18 fingers, while he told19 His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... | |
 | Douglas Templeton - 2004 - 394 頁
...reading seven degrees below on the Fahrenheit scale. (2) It was bloody cold. (3) St Agnes Eve — and bitter chill it was, The owl for all his feathers...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. . .(Keats). Despite, or, perhaps, because of the curious construction of folds in Keats's day, it is... | |
 | Stephen Fry - 2006 - 396 頁
...Byron used the form in 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage', and Keats in 'The Eve of Saint Agnes': 1 86 Saint 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 pious... | |
 | Mildred Walker - 2006 - 332 頁
...way she and Paulo did one time. It wasn't long. 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 . . . She quoted to the empty room, and the familiar words swept her mind clear of anxiety. Olive and... | |
 | Barbara Ardinger - 2006 - 398 頁
...just lost your home. All you can have is five shopping bags. What would you put in those bags? •19f St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all its feathers, was a-cold. The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock... | |
 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 426 頁
...is, in the words of Coleridge, a "miracle of rare device," combining coldness with relative silences: 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... | |
 | Richard Menke - 2008 - 344 頁
...(W, 2 1 1) — a conflation, and stylistic deflation, of the second and third lines of "St. Agnes": "The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; / The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass" (ESA, lines 2-3). By now it seems that Shaynor is not quotFIGURE 7.1. Two receivers. Kipling, "'Wireless,'"... | |
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