 | 1845 - 614 стор.
...ST. AGUES' EVE— Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for ail his feathers, was a-cold : i The hare Parker brenth, Like jrious incrme,from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 стор.
...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...beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...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 were the beadsman's ftngers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 стор.
...AGUES' 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...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 - 1846 - 340 стор.
...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...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 - 1846 - 348 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 стор.
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman'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, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayers... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...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, Past the...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. This description of moonlight streaming through a stained glass-window, is acknowledged to be unrivalled... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 стор.
...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 Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.2 n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man, Then takes his lamp, and riseih from his knees,... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 стор.
...Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccW ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
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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... 
