Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

Winter

Behold the gloomy tyrant’s awful form
Binding the captive earth in icy chains;
His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,
Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm.

See from its centre bends the rifted tower,
Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride,
O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side,
A fearful ruin o’er their heads to pour.

While to the cheerful hearth and social board
Content and ease repair, the sons of want
Receive from niggard fate their pittance scant;
And where some shed bleak covert may afford,
Wan poverty, amidst her meagre host
Casts round her haggard eyes, and shivers at the frost.

1. The Spirit’s Song
2. Song 15. When hollow bursts the rushing wind
3. Sonnet after the Death of Laura
4. Ode to the Conduit Vale, Blackheath
5. To a Friend on New Year’s Day

Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лэмпмен) Winter ("The long days came and went; the riotous bees")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Winter (Зима)

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