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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO -----, by ANN YEARSLEY First Line: Lo! Dreary winter, howling o'er the waste Last Line: And lures me on, while sorrow dies behind. Alternate Author Name(s): Cromartie, Ann | |||
Lo! dreary Winter, howling o'er the waste, Imprints the glebe, bids every channel fill -- His tears in torrents down the mountains haste, His breath augments despair, and checks our will! Yet thy pure flame through lonely night is seen, To lure the shiv'ring pirlgrim o'er the green -- He hastens on, nor heeds the pelting blast: Thy spirit softly breathes -- "The worst is past; Warm thee, poor wand'rer, 'mid thy devious way! On thy cold bosom hangs unwholesome air; Ah! pass not this bright fire! Thou long may'st stray Ere through the glens one other spark appear." Thus breaks thy friendship on my sinking mind, And lures me on, while sorrow dies behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLIFTON HILL, SELECTION by ANN YEARSLEY FAMILIAR POEM FROM NISA TO FULVIA OF THE VALE by ANN YEARSLEY ON MRS. MONTAGU by ANN YEARSLEY THE CAPTIVE LINNET by ANN YEARSLEY TO MR. --, AN UNLETTERED POET, ON GENIUS UNIMPROVED by ANN YEARSLEY THE OPAL DREAM CAVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MASK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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