...Basil-pot away from me ! " THE EVE OF ST, AGNES. PART II. , . v THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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...

...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...

...there, maids, trust to me, So many goblins you shall see. HEEEICK. ST. AGNES' EVE. 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...

...Eve' Keats is more on his own ground,— description. Here is the opening : — ' St. Agnes Eve — ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers...was a cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frosted grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told...

...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....

...fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OP 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...

...Mandeville-s days) supplied him probably with the preceding description." BY JOHN KEATS. I. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd tremhling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...

...forever. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, with 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 fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...

...St. Agnes":— St. Agues' Eve? Ah, bitter chill it was I 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. ****** They told her how upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft...

...EN.OKAYED BY HORACE HARKAL, THOMAS BOI.TOX, AND JAMES COO1'Eii. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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...