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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 Poetical Works and Other Writings of John Keats: Now First ..., Volume 2

John Keats - 1883 - 1081 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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British Authors

...of quite a different Lady in the lines from stanza I which describe the devotions of the Beadsman: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told His...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 Visionary Company: A Reading of English Romantic Poetry

Harold Bloom - 1971 - 477 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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A Choice of Poets: An Anthology of Poets from Wordsworth to the Present Day

Ronald Proctor Hewett - 1987 - 318 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 ffight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer...
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John Keats

John Barnard, Barnard John - 1987 - 172 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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, 90 Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer...
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Romantic Poetry: Recent Revisionary Criticism

Karl Kroeber, Gene W. Ruoff - 1993 - 508 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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Keats the Poet

Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - 354 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 Works of John Keats: With an Introduction and Bibliography

John Keats - 1994 - 491 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 were the Beadsman's1 fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...
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The Columbia Anthology of British Poetry

Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 891 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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Selected Poems and Letters of Keats

John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 301 pagina’s
...a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: 5 Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His...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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