 | 614 sider
...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while... | |
 | William Hone - 1825 - 842 sider
...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter his grace sent t ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They... | |
 | 1830 - 472 sider
...it the subject 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. * •***'*... | |
 | 1871 - 928 sider
...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 sider
...their 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 sider
...for 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.... | |
 | 1840 - 528 sider
...Why were they 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 sider
...mourn In pity of her 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 sider
...is a 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 sider
...echoed by the rock ! 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... | |
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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... 
