 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
 | M. S. Mitchell - 1870 - 416 pagina’s
...trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsmans' fingers, while he told His rosary, and while 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 prayers... | |
 | John Keats, James Russell Lowell, Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton (baron).) - 1871 - 342 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 Talung tii^ht TorTfeaven' wllKout a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 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 : N'umb were the headman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 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 - 1874 - 320 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. II. His prayer he saith,... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 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. His prayer he saith, this... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1874 - 914 pagina’s
...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 a censer old, Swmed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet virgin's picture, while his prayer he... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 pagina’s
...bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cnld ; 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 whilchis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaveu without... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 400 pagina’s
...bitter chill it 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 he told His rosary, andwhilehis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 pagina’s
...feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the Hock in woolly fold : Numb were the beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and whilehis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without... | |
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