Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WRITTEN IN A WINTER'S MORNING, by B. FINCH First Line: Though storms and tempests mark thy gloomy reign Last Line: Warbles his vespers clear, at twilight's sober hour. Subject(s): Winter | ||||||||
Though storms and tempests mark thy gloomy reign, Stern winter! still the poet's eye shall find Full many a charm to linger in thy train -- Spread round thy frozen panoply of snow; In icy chains, each brook and streamlet bind; Still unappalled the Christmas rose shall blow, And beauteous crocuses their golden bloom Disclose, ere yet thy ruthless reign be past; And bright mezereon breathe its faint perfume, Amid the rigors of thy northern blast: Whilst on the leafless lime pale mistletoe Its wax-like berries hangs, and green of sickly cast. And the sweet redbreast, from his laurel bower, Warbles his vespers clear, at twilight's sober hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOOKING EAST IN THE WINTER by JOHN HOLLANDER WINTER DISTANCES by FANNY HOWE WINTER FORECAST by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN AT WINTER'S EDGE by JUDY JORDAN CHAMBER MUSIC: 34 by JAMES JOYCE WRITTEN IN A SHRUBBERY TOWARDS THE DECLINE OF AUTUMN by B. FINCH |
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