 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...  Time's Telescope - Page 531830Full view - About this book
 | Mrs. Mortimer Collins - 1877 - 502 pages
...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... | |
 | John Barnard - Literary Collections - 1987 - 192 pages
...relationship between religious and sensual ecstasy. The Eve of St Agnes begins and ends with the Beadsman: 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: Numb were the Beadsman's... | |
 | Gilbert Meilaender - Religion - 2010 - 164 pages
...gives these illustrations of each:14 (1) It was very cold. ( 2 ) There were 1 3 degrees of frost. ( 3 ) "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 wooly fold: Numb'd were the... | |
 | Kathy Acker - England - 1989 - 134 pages
...years later. I can't describe Sutton Place — where Ashington House lay — for I miss it so deeply. 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; Numb were the headman's... | |
 | John Hollander - Poetry - 1990 - 280 pages
..."echo" sound like a conjurer's evasion. Similarly with Keats's shivering bunny in The Eve of St. Agnes: 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 . . . Here, the awkward consonantal cluster is not coped... | |
 | Karl Kroeber, Gene W. Ruoff - Poetry - 1993 - 520 pages
...the chapel's piercing cold prepares a series of contrasts the poem is steadily to develop and expand. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...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... | |
 | Garrett Hardin - Business & Economics - 1995 - 350 pages
...Should we, then, rewrite literature to take account of this insight of physics? Keats, remember, wrote: St. Agnes' Eve — Ah bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold — when, had he possessed the knowledge of physics that developed soon after his death — the knowledge... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - Literary Criticism - 1994 - 376 pages
...the chapel's piercing cold prepares a series of contrasts the poem is steadily to develop and expand. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...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... | |
 | Rutherford Aris - Technology & Engineering - 1994 - 300 pages
...effective had he left the reader to judge the conditions from the plain statement of the first line: 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 wooly fold. The second line,... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - Literary Collections - 1995 - 324 pages
...help his prayers. 7 censer - container for incense. 1 6 orot Vies - places where prayers are said. ST. AGNES' EVE — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl,...frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: 5 Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious... | |
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