 | Fashion - 740 pages
...passion as yet unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro... | |
 | William Hone - 1839 - 874 pages
...beauties :— 137 THE EVERY-DAY BOOK.— JANUARY 20. i36 The Eve of St. Agnei. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bluer e limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her... | |
 | English literature - 1840 - 528 pages
...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, 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... | |
 | John Keats - English poetry - 1841 - 254 pages
...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, 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... | |
 | 1842 - 818 pages
...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 his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe... | |
 | Stephen Prentis - 1844 - 148 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 372 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT 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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb... | |
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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... 
