 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 Seiten
...OF ST. AGNES. 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,...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Secm'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 Seiten
...of St. I. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, hitter chill it was ! The owl. for all his feathers, was n-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense... | |
 | 1849 - 342 Seiten
...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 beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and white his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 Seiten
...AGNES.( 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,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith ' His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
 | Boys - 1852 - 466 Seiten
...Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd tremhling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock...Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosty breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death,... | |
 | 1852 - 782 Seiten
...trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's table. Going to bed 1 asked again ; and said I could...not believe he loved me if he refused to tell me Seem d taking flight for heaven, without a death, i'.ii the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayers... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 288 Seiten
...AGNES' EVE — Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, with all his feathers, was a-cold : The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...frosted breath, Like pious incense, from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Fast the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 Seiten
...St. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitler chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; Thehare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's lingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted hrcath, Like pious incensé from a censer... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 70 Seiten
...ST. AGNES. i. 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,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And back... | |
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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... 
