...sight, Some of hnsbandi, some of lovers, Which an empty dream discovers." The Eve of St. Agnes.— " Ah ! bitter chill it was ! The owl for all his feathers...The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass , Numb were the bead's-man's fingers while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...

...' The Eve of St. Agnes' Ali ! bitter chill it The owl, for all his feathers, was a-eohl ; The bare 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, and while his frosted breath,...

...discovers. The Eve of St. Agnes. Ah! hitter chill it was! The Owl, for all his feathers, was acold; 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, and while his frosted breath, Like pious...

...awaken a desire for further acquaintance with his beauties : — TTke Ere of 81. Agna. St. Agnes' Eve t Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grits, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...

...Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bitter chill it van ! 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 ; They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight. And soft adorings...

...subject of one of his sweet and original poems. The following are a few stanzas from it. 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....

...James Ashbury to the fore, is as nearly as possible barren of interest. That long winter interregnum " Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a cold ;" is yet scarcely at an end, the lamb and mint sauce notwithstanding, albeit balls and rumours of...

...Agnes' Eve Î Ah, l/.ter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare lirap'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings...

...St. Agnes' Evel Ah, titter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare Imip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold . They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And softadorings...

...their flowers. — But we are forgetting the gloominess of winter — the nights we have braved : " 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....