...for perfection in intellectual labour. — Philadelphia Evening Bulletin. THE GARDEN.— JANUARY. " Ah bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare liuip'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold." KEATS. We cannot...

...beauties :— 137 THE EVERY-DAY BOOK.— JANUARY 20. i36 The Eve of St. Agnei. St. Agnes' Eve 1 Ah, bluer chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was...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...

...passion as yet unsounded ; so I seized the first probe I could lay hands on. When he began : " ' Saint Agnes' Eve. Ah ! bitter chill it was '. The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold,' " I lounged in the window-seat, and made as if I were watching the clouds, until he read to where Porphyro...

...is a delightful and original performance. What an idea of cold the first stanza conveys: St. Agnw' Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all...And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were tbe Headman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from...

...Was echoed by the rock ! gone like a flash ! END of PART III. PART VI. -«<>>*THE BOCK. THE BOCK. « St. Agnes' eve ! ah ! bitter chill it was ! « The owl for all his feathers was a-cold ! » (So singeth Keats, or, rather, sang alas!) Which means , that when that dreary day did fold Its...

...series of vivid little frosty scenes : " 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." Scott was a poet of great graphic power. Let us try a piece of his description against a piece, as...

...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.1 i. St. Agnes' Eve — Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The...beadsman's fingers while he told His rosary, and while bis frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven without a...

...AGUES' EVE— Ah ! bitter chill it was ; The owl, for ail his feathers, was a-cold : i The hare limped Q ` brenth, Like jrious incrme,from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven without a death, Past...

...only speck of a fault in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OP SAINT AGNES.1 St. Agnes' Eve— Ah ! bitter chill it was : The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb...

...in the whole poem arises from an excess of emotion. THE EVE OF SAINT AGNES.' St. Agnes' Eve—Ah ! bitter chill it was: The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold fl The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold ; Numb...