Christmas Poems: 49 / 500

Winter

Rating: 2.8

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;
Or circled by them as thy lips declare
Some merry jest, or tale of murder dire,
Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night,
Pausing at times to rouse the mouldering fire,
Or taste the old October brown and bright.

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Thamizh 20 December 2018

I want the explanation of the poem winter by Robert southey

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K. Malathi 12 November 2018

I want full explanation of the poem winter by southey

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Bhagabat Prasad Hotta 30 October 2018

I have fully enjoyed this poem. It brings the most amazing moment in the winter evening.

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Lakshmikanth 26 October 2018

I want the explanation of the poem winter by Robert southey

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