 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
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 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... | |
 | Merriam-Webster, Inc - 1995 - 1260 pagina’s
...the phrase that is repeated between stanzas one and two of John Keats's poem "The Eve of St. Agnes": Numb were the beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath. I ike pious incense from a censer old, Sccm'd taking flight for heaven, without л death, Past the... | |
 | Keith D. White - 1996 - 224 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... | |
 | Rutherford Aris - 1999 - 503 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. You could not wish for... | |
 | Rutherford Aris - 1999 - 503 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...Like pious incense from a censer old. Seemed taking fIight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayers he saith. It... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - 1999 - 199 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... | |
 | Christian La Cassagnère, Université de Lyon II. Centre d'études et de recherches anglaises et nord-américaines. Centre du romantisme anglais - 2003 - 260 pagina’s
...essential meaning, dropped with a light touch, especially in thé stanza's concluding lines: Numb were thé Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight from heaven, without a death, Past thé sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 pagina’s
...grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold:17 Numb were the Beadsman's18 fingers, while he told19 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer20 old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death,21 Past the sweet Virgin's picture,... | |
 | John Keats - 2007 - 92 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. n His prayer he saith,... | |
 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 426 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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