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Updated: May 29, 2025
The stars themselves danced to in days of old: Cuculain rode from out the ages' prime. Love sped him on to out-speed the steeds of Time: No bliss for him, and this world left a-cold, Which, he had heard, was stained with grief and crime.
Surveying the scene around him, he began with all the theatrical action which the ropes that secured him would permit, to quote his favourite author: "`Blow winds, and crack your cheeks rage blow, You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout "`Poor Tom's a-cold'" then, shuddering, he covered up his face, and resumed his former position.
Perhaps they are only a-cold, and no wonder, standing waist-deep in the stream. Or perhaps they have never got accustomed to the speed and fury of the river's flux, or the miracle of its continuous body.
"Sh!" she flung me off with a sudden impulse of frightened strength, "I hear someone." "It's only the wind." "Quick!... my God!" I snatched up a volume of Keats. It fell open at "St. Agnes Eve." I hurled myself into a chair ... gathering my breath I began aloud, as naturally as I could "St. Agnes' Eve! ah, bitter chill it was; The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold "
The future fain would I learn, but the forked tongue of That which sleeps tells me no word, and the lips of That which is a-cold are dumb! Tell me, then, thou, I charge thee by the word that has power to open the lips of the dead, thou who in all things art instructed, what shall be the burden of my days?
Mountstuart Jenkinson's carriage, transformed to the leanest pattern of himself by narrowed shoulders and raised coat-collar. He had such an air of saying, "Tom's a-cold", that her skin crept in sympathy. Presently he left the carriage and went into the station: a bell had rung. Was it her train?
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." The great round-backed, solemn Border hills, in summer time kindly sleeping giants, smiling in their sleep, take on another guise when winter smites with pitiless blast, when "The sounds that drive wild deer and fox To shelter in the brake and rocks,"
Happily, such weakness as this is not characteristic of the English people; but "they are well kept that God keeps," and perhaps it would not be wise to cramp the hand of relief too much at a time like this, to a people who have been, and will be yet, the hope and glory of the land. "Poor Tom's a-cold! Who gives anything to poor Tom?" King Lear.
And again he looked at me terribly through the reek of the fire. "Thou knowest naught of it, Mopo? Surely thou art a-cold; thy hands shake with cold. Nay, man, fear not warm them, warm them, Mopo. See, now, plunge that hand of thine into the heart of the flame!"
And while we trembled they spake as with a voice: ""Ye twain who are one life, each completing each, because with your kisses ye have wakened That which slept, and with the fire of your love have warmed That which was a-cold: because ye have forgotten them that gave you life and love and joy: hearken to your Doom! ""From Two be ye made Three, and through all Time strive ye to be Twain again.
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