 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
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1857 - 444 pagina’s
...cMll 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 IIls rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1857 - 252 pagina’s
...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 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...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith." But it needs no lengthened... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 pagina’s
...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 he... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1859 - 838 pagina’s
...chill it WM! 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 Beadman's fingers while be told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a... | |
 | Peter Bayne - 1860 - 432 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 *....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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1864 - 328 pagina’s
...it was: The oicl, for all his feathers, icas a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. What a complete feeling... | |
 | 1864 - 742 pagina’s
...cold 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...told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pioiiH incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death. Fast the sweet... | |
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