 ST. AGNES' 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...  An Introduction to Poetry - 220 psl.autoriai: Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty - 1922 - 524 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | John Keats - 1883 - 310 psl.
...ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The harelimp'd tremblingthrough the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. n. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees, And... | |
 | E.H. Butler & Co - 1853 - 396 psl.
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 psl.
...jars and four months. THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. St. Agnes' Eve ! Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, fur all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling...grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb wore the Headsman's finders while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, I/ike pious incense... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1884 - 564 psl.
...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, for all his feathers,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man ; . 10 Then takes his lamp, and riscth from his knees,... | |
 | John Keats - 1884 - 310 psl.
...is the burthen sung — " O cruelty, " To steal my Basil-pot away from me !" THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl,...woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while lie told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem d taking... | |
 | Mrs. William Olding - 1884 - 138 psl.
...yet,' exclaimed the old man, ' that a true heart so may gain such a reward !' CHAPTEE X. AND LAST. ' Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for all his feathers,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold.' THE valley streams were frozen ; the forest was naked, but for its covering of snow ; the meadows were... | |
 | Oscar Fay Adams - 1885 - 178 psl.
...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...frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1971 - 516 psl.
...death, is the more important of these juxtaposing realms in the poem. Indeed Keats begins with it: St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. The Beadsman is cold with nature's cold, but he converts his privation into a prayer for immediate... | |
 | Edmund Wilson - 1976 - 286 psl.
...of The Eve of St. Agnes, which resembles them more closely in form: St. Agnes' Eve— Ah, bitter cMl it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. Here is Pushkin's description of the coming of winter: 'Already now the sky was breathing autumn, already... | |
 | Walter Jackson Bate - 2009 - 784 psl.
...against the "coloring" and "drapery" that Keats felt to be the principal merit of the poem if it had any: St. Agnes' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith. "Meagre, barefoot, wan," he rises from his knees and walks down the freezing chapel aisle past the... | |
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