 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
 | John Keats - 1874 - 320 pages
...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1875 - 560 pages
...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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1875 - 392 pages
...OF SAINT AGNES. SAINT AGNES' Eve, — ah, bitter chill it The owl, for all Ms 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... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - Anthologies - 1875 - 240 pages
...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... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1876 - 474 pages
...MA Y BE SEEN UPON THE EARTH. 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. —KEATS. HE winter of 1867-68 will count among. the severest recorded in meteorological annals. As... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1876 - 562 pages
...OF SAINT AGNES. SAINT AGNES' Eve, —ah, bitter chill it 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 fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
 | James Comper Gray - 1876 - 868 pages
...Triumph of Timr. "Ah I bitter chill it was ; tho owl, for all hia feathers, was a-cold ; the hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, and silent was the flock in woolly fold,"— KtaU. " The nunneries of silent nooks, the murmur'd longing of the wood." — Lowell. d Ilarmcr. "... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1876 - 599 pages
...Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TENNYSON. 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... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - Aristocracy (Social class) - 1876 - 568 pages
...Honourable Miss Oakleigh, Lord Orwell's ancient spinster aunt. CHAPTER VI. A WEDDING-DAY IN JANUARY. " Ah, bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." " The bridegroom spake low, and led onward the bride, And before the high altar they stood... | |
 | Mrs. Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 502 pages
...way the moment the gardener breaks the ice of mornings. Mr. Keats writes : — " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The Owl, for all his feathers, was a cold." Well, I don't believe it will be much colder on St. Agnes' Eve (I regret to say I don't know who the... | |
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