 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 5481848Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Boys - 1852 - 466 pagina’s
...chill it was The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd tremhling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb...Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosty breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a death,... | |
 | Paschal Donaldson, James Lot Ridgely - 1852 - 376 pagina’s
...finely symbolical of the purity of that girlish heart, from which the spirit offerings on maiden " breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death." " Father," said the maid, " I have more faith in the ministry of unseen angels, than... | |
 | John Aikin - 1852 - 820 pagina’s
...chill it was ! The owl, for all bis 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 ringers, while he His rosary, and while his frosted breath. Like pious incense from a censer old, £eem'd... | |
 | 1852 - 782 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... | |
 | Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1853 - 288 pagina’s
...chill it was; The owl, with all his feathers, was a-cold: The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb...he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, What a complete feeling of winter-time is here; together with an intimation of those Catholic elegancies,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1855 - 440 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...he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Seera'd taking flight for heaven without a death, Like pious incense from a censer old, Past the sweet... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 pagina’s
...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 were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His rosaiy, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 70 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 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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