 | E.H. Butler & Co - 1853 - 396 стор.
...chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; 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. ***** 2. Out went the... | |
 | John Keats - 1883 - 604 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... | |
 | 140 стор.
...of quite a different Lady in the lines from stanza I which describe the devotions of the Beadsman: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 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... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 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... | |
 | R. P. Hewett - 1985 - 322 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 ffight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | John Barnard - 1987 - 192 стор.
...chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, 90 Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Karl Kroeber, Gene W. Ruoff - 1993 - 520 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... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 376 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1994 - 554 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 were the Beadsman's1 fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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... 
