 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. X THE EVE OF 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 ; Numb... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 páginas
...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF 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 ; Numb... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.1 i, St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-coldt* The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold;... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 páginas
...Still is the burthen sung—" O cruelty, To steal my Basil-pot away from me!" H 2 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... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1866 - 396 páginas
...beautiful and minute are the delineations of Keats, in the opening lines of " The Eve of St. Agnes!" " St. Agnes' Eve—Ah! bitter chill it was; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-oold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold... | |
 | Edward James Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 258 páginas
...matters under such circumstances ? In December, 1871, he wrote thus of the birds in his garden :— I confess to some slight envy for birds this wintry...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... | |
 | Mrs. Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 502 páginas
...matters under such circumstances ? In December, 1871, he wrote thus of the birds in his garden : — I confess to some slight envy for birds this wintry...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... | |
 | Frances Mary Owen - 1880 - 202 páginas
...one with us. How completely we are made to feel the effect of that atmosphere in the opening lines. 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... | |
 | 1882 - 1434 páginas
...mock the cry that she had heard Some dying victim utter. d. HOOD— The Haunted House. Pt. II. St. 2. i֪ |u a ޠ @ = ~ <5 P C y3`{ #! /. z )z 2 Q E ) W 1cQ I / e. KEATS— The Kae of tit. Agnes. The screech-owl, with ill-boding cry, Portends strange things old... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 608 páginas
...Vigil, the English " Halloween," will be found in Chambers's Book of Days.—HBF] 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 : Numb... | |
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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 were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath,... 
