 | Leigh Hunt - 1864 - Страниц: 298
...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 beadsman's ringers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense, from a censer old,... | |
 | R. Bond - 1865 - Страниц: 232
...sensation, as if he thought and felt "Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith." The offenders might not have the most remote idea of annoying their fellow passengers,... | |
 | R Bond (of London.) - 1865 - Страниц: 328
...sensation, as if -he thought and felt "Ah, bitter oliill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,...woolly fold ; Numb were the beadsman's fingers while ho told His rosary, and while his froBted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - Страниц: 574
...AGNES' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-co!d ; 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 he... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - Страниц: 412
...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 Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Margaret T. Downing - 1867 - Страниц: 394
...EVE OF ST. AGNES. St. Agnes' Eve—ah, bittar 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, Seemed taking flight for Heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Elizabeth Tuckett - 1867 - Страниц: 490
...up to them.* EB BROWNING. 1 Ah 1 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. SKETCHES FROM PONTRESINA. A HEAVY storm of wind and rain and snow had kept -*••*' us prisoners... | |
 | 1928 - Страниц: 480
...ago." of 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,...while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censor old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1869 - Страниц: 416
...Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hair limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he to' .'. ILLUSTRATIONS. TKEMOB. 107 His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - Страниц: 722
...friend, Mr. Severn.] . 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,...Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he snith. n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees... | |
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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... 
