 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
 | Frederick Saunders - 1880 - 474 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 Beadman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 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... | |
 | James Thomas Fields - 1881 - 412 pagina’s
...The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Nuinb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary,...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 1000 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 ho told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 354 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...from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith." Here is a similar scene... | |
 | James Baldwin - 1882 - 632 pagina’s
...chill it was! The owl, for all its 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... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 430 pagina’s
...silent was the flock in woolly fold. Numb were the beadsman's fingers as he told His rosary, and as his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith." This being the sole object... | |
 | Henry Bernard Cotterill - 1882 - 380 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 were the beadsman's fingers as he told His rosary, and as his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 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 ftngens while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old.... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pagina’s
...chill it was! The owl. for all his feathers, was a-coUl ; Tbe liare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb were the Headsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his fronted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
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