 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 288 стор.
...ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah ! bitter chill it was; The owl, with all his feathers, was a-cold : The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Fast the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. What a complete feeling of winter-time... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 стор.
...AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitler chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; Thehare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was...the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's lingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted hrcath, Like pious incensé from a censer... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 стор.
...Agnes":— St. Agnes' Eve? Ah, bitter chill it was I 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. »«««•« They told her how upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 70 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... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 стор.
...was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grasa, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were...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... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 стор.
...tones would be low and sad, as he read of the old Beadsman, who told his beads in the cold night air, " While his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven." Then his voice grew as tender as a lover's, when he came to the place where Porphyro, concealed, beholds... | |
 | Henry Coppée - 1859 - 380 стор.
..." St. Agnes' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith." But it needs no lengthened demonstration to prove that description enters largely into all kinds of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 стор.
...Agnes' Eve— Ah ! bilter 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 he... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 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... | |
 | 1863 - 392 стор.
...AGNES' EYE — 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... | |
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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... 
