 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 páginas
...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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 páginas
...St. Agnes " is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl,...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 páginas
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 páginas
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold...silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 794 páginas
...is a fair specimen of the sweetness and force of the composition. " St. Agnes Eve ! Ah, bitter cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 páginas
...St. Agnes " is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys : St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccW ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 páginas
...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;2 The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 páginas
...of St. I. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, hitter chill it was ! The owl. for all his feathers, was n-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense... | |
 | 1849 - 342 páginas
...life,—recall its loveliest passage;—look, Dead Violets keep the place! April 1845. THE DREAM OF HOGMANAY.* " St. 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... | |
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ST. 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... 
