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February

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Begin, my muse, the imitative lay,
Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string;
Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay,
Let me like midnight cats, or Collins sing.
If in the trammels of the doleful line
The bounding hail, or drilling rain descend;
Come, brooding Melancholy, pow'r divine,
And ev'ry unform'd mass of words amend.

Now the rough goat withdraws his curling horns,

And the cold wat'rer twirls his circling mop:
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Soniya 07 January 2018

Can plzs some told me it short summary for my english poem

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Sheikh Sahab 09 January 2018

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Walterrean Salley 27 November 2016

(February by Thomas Chatterton.) **Full of imagery. A poem quite descriptive of February during the poet’s day.

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