 | 1842 - 422 стор.
...it was ! The owl, for all his feather«, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman'* fingere, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 504 стор.
...it was : The awl, 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...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 he... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...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; 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 he... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...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...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 he... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 282 стор.
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet Virgin's picture, whi^e his prayer he... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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 - 1845 - 280 стор.
...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...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 he... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 стор.
...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...he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Lilce pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death Past the sweet... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...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 were the beadsman's ftngers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old,... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 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... | |
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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... 
