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THE WITHERED LEAF:
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THE WITHERED LEAF:
IN IMITATION OF SHAKSPEARE.
When winter 'gins her dreary reign,
And nipping frosts do bite full sore,
And bitter blasts do howl amain,
And mountain tops are whiten'd o'er,
Then falls the wither'd leaf from ev'ry tree,
That in the Spring time was delight to see.—
And nipping frosts do bite full sore,
And bitter blasts do howl amain,
And mountain tops are whiten'd o'er,
Then falls the wither'd leaf from ev'ry tree,
That in the Spring time was delight to see.—
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The black-bird's note no more is heard,
And woods shake off their summer's coat
And wily snares are then prepar'd
And fowler's gun is heard remote,
While oft the wither'd leaf falls down unseen,
As if its spring of youth had never been.—
And woods shake off their summer's coat
And wily snares are then prepar'd
And fowler's gun is heard remote,
While oft the wither'd leaf falls down unseen,
As if its spring of youth had never been.—
Then herdsmen house their woolly care
And chirping ice the youth delights,
And lasses then their kerchiefs wear,
And lords in feasting waste whole nights;
Nor heed the wither'd leaf fall from the tree,
Which in the spring time was delight to see.—
And chirping ice the youth delights,
And lasses then their kerchiefs wear,
And lords in feasting waste whole nights;
Nor heed the wither'd leaf fall from the tree,
Which in the spring time was delight to see.—
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