From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks
A Song to Be Sung behind the Stove

OLD Winter is the man for me—
  Stout-hearted, sound, and steady;
Steel nerves and bones of brass hath he:
  Come snow, come blow, he ’s ready!

If ever man was well, ’t...

From “The Seasons: Winter”
  THE KEENER tempests rise; and fuming dun
From all the livid east, or piercing north,
Thick clouds ascend; in whose capacious womb
A vapory deluge lies, to snow congealed.
Heavy they roll their fleecy world along;
And the...

From the German by Charles Timothy Brooks

  SUMMER joys are o’er;
  Flowerets bloom no more,
Wintry winds are sweeping;
Through the snow-drifts peeping,
  Cheerful evergreen
  Rarely now is seen.

  Now no plumèd throng
  Charms...

From “The Winter Morning Walk:” “The Task,” Bk. V.

’T IS the morning, and the sun with ruddy orb
Ascending fires the horizon; while the clouds,
That crowd away before the driving wind,
More ardent as the disc emerges more,
Resembles most some city in a...