Robert Southey

(1774 - 1843 / Bristol / England)

Poems of Robert Southey

81. The Well of St. Keyne 1/3/2003
82. The Widow 1/1/2004
83. To a Goose 1/3/2003
84. To Contemplation 1/1/2004
85. To Horror 1/1/2004
86. To Mary Wollstonecraft 1/1/2004
87. To My Own Minature Picture Taken At Two Years Of Age 1/1/2004
88. To The Chapel Bell 1/1/2004
89. To The Genius Of Africa 1/1/2004
90. Wat Tyler - Act I 4/8/2010
91. Wat Tyler - Act II 4/8/2010
92. Wat Tyler - Act III 4/8/2010
93. Winter 1/3/2003
94. Written On Sunday Morning 1/1/2004

Winter

A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee,
Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey
As the long moss upon the apple-tree;
Blue-lipt, an icedrop at thy sharp blue nose,
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way
Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows.
They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth,
Old Winter! seated in thy great armed chair,
Watching the children at their Christmas mirth;

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