 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
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 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 - 1846 - 374 pagina’s
...chill it was; The owl, for all hii feathers, was a-coldi2 The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb...beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 794 pagina’s
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through ihe frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 682 pagina’s
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1846 - 350 pagina’s
...chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-ccW ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Lord Francis Jeffrey Jeffrey - 1846 - 692 pagina’s
...cold it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was acold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ! Numb were the bedesman's fingers, while he told His rosary ; and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 616 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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 pagina’s
...hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass. And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Likf pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd Inking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet... | |
 | 1849 - 342 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...the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and white his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
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