| William Hone - 1825 - 842 páginas
...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They... | |
| 1830 - 472 páginas
...of one of his sweet and original poems. The following are a few stanzas from it. 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. * •***'*... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 páginas
...flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " 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. * *... | |
| 742 páginas
...perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS.... | |
| 740 páginas
...unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro... | |
| 1840 - 528 páginas
...proud? again we ask aloud, Why in the name of Glory were they proud? A CATHEDRAL. 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 : Numb... | |
| John Keats - 1841 - 254 páginas
...love, so overcast. And a sad ditty of this story born THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. 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 : Numb... | |
| 1842 - 818 páginas
...delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys: St. Agnw' 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 : Numb... | |
| Stephen Prentis - 1844 - 148 páginas
...! gone like a flash ! END of PART III. PART VI. -«<>>*THE BOCK. THE BOCK. « St. Agnes' eve ! ah ! bitter chill it was ! « The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ! » (So singeth Keats, or, rather, sang alas!) Which means , that when that dreary day did fold Its... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...emotion : and he had great personal, as well as moral couTHE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. Ai vi s' 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 : Numb... | |
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