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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... "
The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th] - Pagina 548
1848
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 pagina’s
...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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The Poetical Works of John Keats: In Two Parts

John Keats - 1846
...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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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 345 pagina’s
...chill it was; The owl, for all hii feathers, was a-coldi2 The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb...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...
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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 762 pagina’s
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe 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...
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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, Volume 2

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd 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...
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Thoughts on the Poets

Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 318 pagina’s
...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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Contributions to the Edinburgh Review by Francis Jeffrey, Volume 2

Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd 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...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volume 4

Half hours - 1847
...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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The Poetical Works of Howitt, Milman, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 221 pagina’s
...hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd Inking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet...
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The Keepsake for ....

1849
...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...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and white his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without...
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