 | 614 стор.
...was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass ; Numb were the bead's-roan's lingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incence from a cencer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death Past the sweet Virgin's... | |
 | 1823 - 400 стор.
...bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-eohl ; The bare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. The precautions to be... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 стор.
...chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; The Hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for Heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture while his prayer he saith. The precautions to be observed... | |
 | 1840 - 528 стор.
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...WM ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; Theharo limp'd trembling through the frozen gmss, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Scem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the swect Virgin's picture, while his pmyer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...troml>ling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly Ibid : Numb were the Bondsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight ibr heaven, without a death, Past the «weet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; [grass, Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told 1 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense, from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 стор.
...frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; [grass, Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he toIJ His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense^ from a center old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while... | |
 | 1842 - 818 стор.
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, "»t Ae tweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
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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... 
