 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1876 - 568 psl.
...Honourable Miss Oakleigh, Lord Orwell's ancient spinster aunt. CHAPTER VI. A WEDDING-DAY IN JANUARY. " Ah, bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold." " The bridegroom spake low, and led onward the bride, And before the high altar they stood side by side ;... | |
 | William Henry Davenport Adams - 1876 - 474 psl.
...UPON THE EARTH. Ah, bitter chill it was I 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. —KEATS. HE winter of 1867-68 will count among. the severest recorded in meteorological annals. As... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 618 psl.
...the day, Through all the world she followed him. ALFRED TI-N.NVSON. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AONES* Eve, — ah, bitter 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 were the... | |
 | Mrs. Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 502 psl.
...the coldestblooded way the moment the gardener breaks the ice of mornings. Mr. Keats writes : — " St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The Owl, for all his feathers, was a cold." Well, I don't believe it will be much colder on St. Agnes' Eve (I regret to say I don't know... | |
 | Emma Jane Worboise - 1877 - 592 psl.
...am sure. Will it never be my experience ? Oh, Lord ! teach me. CHAPTER XII. A MISERABLE MORNING. " Ah, bitter 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." A LITTLE later,... | |
 | Horace S. Knapp - 1877 - 772 psl.
...given, with an emphasis that soon aroused Jones. It was a terrible night for any one to be out : " Ah ! bitter chill it was, The owl, for all his feathers, was acold." An obstetric call could not be put off till morning, by sending a prescription ; so the doctor was... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1878 - 772 psl.
...390 To make us what we are : — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh. KEATS. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl,...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 5 His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
 | Thomas Firminger Thiselton- Dyer - 1878 - 344 psl.
...alludes most pathetically to this superstition : — "St. Agnes's Eve ! Ah ! bitter chill it was 1 The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold. * / * * * They told pifehow, upon St. Agnes's Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight ; And... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1878 - 882 psl.
...clearest ; Like nightingale in spring, Welcome my dearest ! ANONYMOUS. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNBS' EVE — Ah, bitter 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 were the... | |
 | Herbert Courthope Bowen - 1879 - 318 psl.
...night and day, All earth and air seem only burning fire." JOHN KEATS, 1795-1821. THE EVE 0V ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' EvE — ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl,...fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers while he told 1 His rosary, and while hia frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight... | |
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ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter 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... 
