 | 1880 - 976 Seiten
...Librarian ol Conirmw, at Washington. Vni_ LX.-Nn. 3S6.— 1 1 "AND MUM «AS THE FLOCK IN WOOLLY KOLll. Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His...frosted breath. Like pious incense from a censer old, Seenvd taking flight for heaven without a death. Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 Seiten
...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock j Mure. R. DROWNING. POEMS OF NATURE. •a POEMS OF...NATURE. SONNET. THE World is too much with us ; late bike pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking Might for heaven without a death, Past the sweet... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 Seiten
...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 Beadman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Cecilia Findlay - 1880 - 272 Seiten
...WESTON RELIEVES HER CONSCIENCE. 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. KEATS. WINTER has come again, a " good old English winter," as people call it, meeting each other on... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 Seiten
...ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold : h fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red,...her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch П. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, FIRESIDE... | |
 | James Thomas Fields - 1881 - 412 Seiten
...The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Nuinb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary,...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 Seiten
...Agnes' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped mire, where the brave are lost. On carnage, fire,...I mused, And cursed the murdering weapons I had u ho told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - 632 Seiten
...descriptions: 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,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon: Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 354 Seiten
...Agnes' Eve,—ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for 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, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Walter Jackson Bate - 2009 - 784 Seiten
...if it had any: 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. "Meagre, barefoot, wan," he rises from his knees and walks down the freezing chapel aisle past the... | |
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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... 
