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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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Merriam-Webster's Encyclopedia of Literature

Merriam-Webster, Inc, MERRIAM-WEBSTER STAFF, Encyclopaedia Britannica Publishers, Inc. Staff - 1995 - 1236 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...
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John Keats and the Loss of Romantic Innocence

Keith D. White - 1996 - 194 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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Mathematical Modeling: A Chemical Engineer's Perspective

Rutherford Aris - 1999 - 479 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...
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Mathematical Modeling: A Chemical Engineer's Perspective

Rutherford Aris - 1999 - 479 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...
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Reading The Eve of St.Agnes: The Multiples of Complex Literary Transaction

Jack Stillinger - 1999 - 200 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 ou le sortilège des mots

Christian La Cassagnère, Université de Lyon II. Centre d'études et de recherches anglaises et nord-américaines. Centre du romantisme anglais - 2003 - 254 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...
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A Routledge Literary Sourcebook on the Poems of John Keats

John R. Strachan - 2003 - 198 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,...
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The Love Poems of John Keats: In Praise of Beauty

John Keats - 1990 - 64 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,...
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Be a Poet

Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 420 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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