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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 : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while... "
Time's Telescope - Страница 53
1830
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The Catholic miscellany and monthly repository of information, Том 3

614 страници
...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers was a cold, The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while...

The perennial calendar, and companion to the almanack, revised and ed. [or ...

Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1824 - 846 страници
...Some of husbands, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter 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 were the...

The every-day book, or, The guide to the year

William Hone - 1825 - 842 страници
...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t ved a very strong letter against him, which letter...sent to sir John, assuring him at the same time that grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins...

The Every Day Book, Or, A Guide to the Year: Describing the Popular ..., Том 1

William Hone - 1826 - 882 страници
...desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — The Eve of SI. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, t'.'.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might...

The Nautical Magazine: A Journal of Papers on Subjects Connected ..., Том 40

1871 - 928 страници
...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calandar of Popular ...

William Hone - 1835 - 876 страници
...further acquaintance with his beauties : — 135 The Eve of St. Agnci. St. Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...

Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ...

Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 страници
...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass ; And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * * . * * * Hark ! 'tis an elfin storm from fairy-land." In the " Mirror of the Months" are the following...

The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., Том 1

William Hone - 1837 - 954 страници
...desire for further acquaintance with bii beauties: — The Eve of St. Agnet. St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her...

The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Томове 36–37

742 страници
...for perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS. We cannot...

The Ladies' Cabinet of Fashion, Music & Romance

740 страници
...passion as yet unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro...




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