The Eve of St. Agnes Quotations

Hoodwinked

with faery fancy

Ah,

the bitter chill

Numb were

the Beadsman’s fingers

they may ache

in icy hoods and mails

A casement high

and triple-arched

All garlanded

with carven imag’ries

And diamonded

with panes

splendid

dyes

threw warm gules

on Madeline’s fair breast

seemed a

splendid angel

gazed upon

her empty dress

tween the

curtains peeped

candied apple,

quince, and plum

jellies

soother

creamy

curd

lucent

syrops

on golden dishes and in

baskets bright of wreathed silver

filling the chilly room with

perfumed light

painful change,

that night expell’d

silver

twilight

azure-lidded

sleep

Morphean

amulet

These lovers

fled away into the storm

‘tis an elfin-storm

from faery land

There are no ears

to hear, or eyes to see

be liege-lord of all the

Elves and Fays

a thought came like a full-blown rose,

flushing his brow

O may I ne’er

find grace

passing-bell

may ere the midnight toll