| William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 páginas
...the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFKEO TENNYSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. I. ST. ACXES' P 2 limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the... | |
| Miriam Coles Harris - 1871 - 492 páginas
...his predecessor strci,;ied his unwilling length on that memorable cTening. CHAPTER X. IN A CELLAE. " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grabs And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS, IT was always... | |
| Acrostics - 1871 - 312 páginas
...breathed to me A sad and solemn sound, That sometimes murmured overhead, And sometimes underground." 4. " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." 5. "Alas! for this grey shadow, once a man — So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest... | |
| 1872 - 900 páginas
...AGXES' EVE, — ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped : Sumb were the headman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
| Horace S. Knapp - 1872 - 758 páginas
...given, with an emphasis that soon aroused Jones. It was a terrible night for any one to be out: • " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was acold." An obstetric call could not be put off till morning, by sending a prescription ; so the doctor was... | |
| William Chauncey Fowler - 1873 - 814 páginas
...part, I ask not proud philosophy To tell me what thou art." — CAMPBELL. 13. "St. Agnes' s Ece! A bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." — KEATS. 13. " Half the failures in life arise from pulling in one's horse when he is leaping." —... | |
| John Keats - 1874 - 320 páginas
...Still is the burden sung — " O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me !" THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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... | |
| Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 páginas
...our organs', which endure No light, being themselves obscure. THE EVE OP ST. AGNES. BY JOHN KEATS. T. 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... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 páginas
...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilehis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
| John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 páginas
...something afar From the sphere of our sorrow I JOHN KEATS. 129 JOHN KEATS. THE EVK OF SA I NT AQNE8. SAINT AGNES' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cnld ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
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