The cold blast at the casement beats;
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
Sit down, old friend, the wine-cups wait;
Fill to o’erflowing, fill!
Though winter howleth at the gate,...
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I feel the breath of the summer night, The white moths flutter about the lamp, |
Summer is fading; the broad leaves that grew |
No more the battle or the chase |
I found a yellow flower in the grass, Above, the sky was clear, save where at times |
“oh dear! is Summer over?” “Oh, why did Summer leave me, ... |
IN summer, when the days were long, We strayed from morn till evening came; |
Has summer come without the rose, |
We ’ll not weep for summer over,— Other eyes may weep his dying, Unto... |
Thick lay the dust, uncomfortably white, |