| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 pàgines
...Northward he turneth through a little door. And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongut Flattcr'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no — already...His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve : Another wny he went, and soon among Rough ashes sat he ibr his soul's reprieve. And all night kept awake, for... | |
| Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 pàgines
...Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd lo tears this aged man and poor ; But no — already...death-bell rung ; The joys of all his life were said and eung ; His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Eve : Another way he went, and soon among Rough nshes sat... | |
| 1840 - 528 pàgines
...each side, seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 378 pàgines
...Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue Flalter'd to tears this aged man and poor ; But no ; already...said and sung : His was harsh penance on St. Agnes' Ere : Another way he went, and soon among Rough ashes sat he, for his soul's reprieve ; And all night... | |
| John Keats - 1841 - 254 pàgines
...each side seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere Music's golden tongue Flatter'd... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...orat'ries, He passeth by; and his weak spirit fails To think how they may ache in icy hoods and matls < Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce...golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor : 8 But no; already had his death-bell rung : The joys of all his life were said and sung : His was... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails * Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere music's golden tongue Flatter... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pàgines
...each side seem'd to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails: Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails.* in. Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor :.' Rut no; already bad his death-bell rung ; The joys... | |
| Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...each side, seem to freeze, Imprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. Northward he tumeth through a little door, And scarce three steps, ere musie's golden tongue Flatter'd... | |
| John Keats - 1846 - 340 pàgines
...each side seem to freeze, Emprison'd in black, purgatorial rails : Knights, ladies, praying in dumb orat'ries, He passeth by ; and his weak spirit fails...To think how they may ache in icy hoods and mails. !» THE EVE OF ST. AGNES. III. Northward he turneth through a little door, And scarce three steps,... | |
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