 | Leigh Hunt - English essays - 1864 - 298 pages
...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 - Railroad travel - 1865 - 232 pages
...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.) - Railroads - 1865 - 328 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1866 - 574 pages
...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 - American poetry - 1866 - 412 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1867 - 394 pages
...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 - 490 pages
...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... | |
 | California - 1928 - 480 pages
...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 - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...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 - 722 pages
...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... 
