 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 his...  The Letters and Poems of John Keats - Página 91por John Keats - 1883Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 614 páginas
...feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incence from a cencer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death Past the sweet Virgin's... | |
 | 1823 - 400 páginas
...Ali ! bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-eohl ; The bare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly...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... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 páginas
...Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; The Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly...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... | |
 | 1840 - 528 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 páginas
...WM ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; Theharo limp'd trembling through the frozen gmss, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Scem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the swect Virgin's picture, while his pmyer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 páginas
...troml>ling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly Ibid : Numb were the Bondsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted...pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight ibr heaven, without a death, Past the «weet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. II. His prayer... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 páginas
...frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; [grass, Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he toIJ His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense^ from a center old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while... | |
 | 1842 - 818 páginas
...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 Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...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...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. 3 n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
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