The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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VIII. On WINTER.
Spring, Summer, Autumn, all are fled;
And Winter, with a Face of Tears,
Wrapt up in Clouds her aged Head,
Sullen appears!
And Winter, with a Face of Tears,
Wrapt up in Clouds her aged Head,
Sullen appears!
Her icy Mantle, see, she throws
O'er yon tall Mountain's misty Head!
Th'imprison'd Stream no longer flows!
Nature is dead!
O'er yon tall Mountain's misty Head!
Th'imprison'd Stream no longer flows!
Nature is dead!
How dull the Prospect Nature yields!
How bleak, and loud, the North-winds blow!
How cold the Air! How sad the Fields,
Cover'd with Snow!
How bleak, and loud, the North-winds blow!
How cold the Air! How sad the Fields,
Cover'd with Snow!
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