 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...  The art of skating, by Cyclos - Page 11by George Anderson (of Glasgow.) - 1852Full view - About this book
 | Margaret T. Downing - English poetry - 1867 - 394 pages
...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, 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Tuckett - Austria - 1867 - 482 pages
...stronger sometimes, holding out their hands To pull you from the vile flats up to them.' EB BROWXINQ. * Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare- llmpM trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.'... | |
 | California - 1928 - 480 pages
...custom not diverting to the gods, there'd have been an end of it long 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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold:... | |
 | M. S. Mitchell - Elocution - 1869 - 416 pages
...of Hyblan bee Before thy loud'st protesting." AURORA LEIGH, — Mrs. Browning. " St. 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... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 pages
...breathed his last in the city of Rome, in the arms of his faithful 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, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1871 - 968 pages
...Through all the world she followed him. ALFKEO TENNYSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. I. ST. ACXES' EVE, — a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1871 - 492 pages
...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."... | |
 | Acrostics - 1871 - 312 pages
...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... | |
 | Horace S. Knapp - Allen County (Ind.) - 1872 - 758 pages
...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 pages
...— " O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me ! " 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... | |
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