 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1807 - 502 pages
...gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my cot around Still roars the Wintery sound, Methinks 'tis Summer by this festive blaze ! My books, companions dear, Her hairy length outspread, See Chloe sleeping laid, Whilst whisker'd Tabby, purring sits beside: My... | |
 | Almanacs, English - 1818 - 400 pages
...pattering shower ! Haste, boy — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my cot around Still roars the wintry sound, Methinks...dear, In seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing rays. BUTT. THE weather, in December, is cold, bleak, and gloomy ; and, generally, one... | |
 | Fraternal organizations - 1845 - 480 pages
...! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief ; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home around Still roars the wintry sound, Methinks 'tis...dear, In seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing rays. COW PER. WHILST we write the year is waning fast, and another will have dawned upon... | |
 | Popular poetry - English poetry - 1862 - 246 pages
...shower! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home around Still roars the wintry sound, Methinks 'tis...dear, In seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing rays. Cuwper. A WINTER'S FIRESIDE. WINTER, thou daughter of the storm ! I love thee when... | |
 | Epes Sargent - American poetry - 1881 - 1000 pages
...shower! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting...; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons far-flashing rays. ***»*• Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast ; Let fall the curtains,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - American poetry - 1882 - 1002 pages
...shower! Haste, hoy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my homo of death, and bade it wear The garments of eternal...and wing Its heavenly flight, beyond this little sp lu seemly ranks appear, And glisten to my fire's far-flashing rays. **•»** Now stir the fire, and... | |
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Tis Winter, cold and rude, Heap, heap the warming wood ! The wild wind hums his sullen song to-night, Oh, hear that pattering shower! Haste, boy ! — this gloomy hour Demands relief; the cheerful tapers light. Though now my home... 