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“Blow, blow, thou winter wind” From “As You Like It,” Act II. Sc. 7. BLOW, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. ... Poet: William Shakespeare	Winter 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... Poet: Matthias Claudius	Winter The Day had been a calm and sunny day, And tinged with amber was the sky at even; The fleecy clouds at length had rolled away, And lay in furrows on the eastern heaven;— The moon arose and shed a glimmering ray, And round her orb a misty circle lay.... Poet: John Howard Bryant	Winter Scenes 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... Poet: James Thomson
Winter Song 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... Poet: Ludwig Christoph Heinrich Hölty	Winter Morning 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... Poet: William Cowper	“O winter! wilt thou never, never go?” O Winter! wilt thou never, never go? O summer! but I weary for thy coming, Longing once more to hear the Luggie flow, And frugal bees, laboriously humming. Now the east-wind diseases the infirm, And they must crouch in corners from rough weather; ... Poet: David Gray	An Elegy on Winter in Argyleshire ‘With cheerless gloom and storm-portending clouds Rude Winter brushes from Antarctic wilds, The front of Heav’n, in murky vapours shrouds, Then bursts his sounding freightage o’er our isles. No more are heard the thrush’s mellow... Poet:
Gloomy Winter's noo awa Gloomy Winter's noo awa'; soft the westlin breezes blaw. Among the birks o' Stanley shaw the mavis sings fu' cheerie O. Sweet the crawflowers early bell decks Glenifer's dewy dell. Blooming like your bonny sel', my ain my airtless dearie O... Poet:	In Winter in my Room In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm — Pink, lank and warm — But as he was a worm And worms presume Not quite with him at home — Secured him by a string To something neighboring ... Poet: