<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397015" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When smiling Summer's charms are past, <br>The voice of music dies; <br>Then Winter pours his chilling blast <br>From rough inclement skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The pensive dove shuts up her throat, <br>The larks forbear to soar, <br>Or raise one sweet, delightful note, <br>Which charm'd the ear before. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The screech-owl peals her shivering tone <br>Upon the brink of night; <br>As some sequestered child unknown, <br>Which feared to come in sight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cattle all desert the field, <br>And eager seek the glades <br>Of naked trees, which once did yield <br>Their sweet and pleasant shades. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The humming insects all are still, <br>The beetles rise no more. <br>The constant tinkling of the bell, <br>Along the heath is o'er. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stern Boreas hurls each piercing gale <br>With snow-clad wings along, <br>Discharging volleys mixed with hail <br>Which chill the breeze of song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, all the Southern windows close, <br>Whence spicy breezes roll; <br>The herbage sinks in sad repose, <br>And Winter sweeps the whole. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus after youth old age comes on, <br>And brings the frost of time, <br>And e'er our vigor has withdrawn, <br>We shed the rose of prime. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas! how quick it is the case, <br>The scion youth is grown-- <br>How soon it runs its morning race, <br>And beauty's sun goes down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Autumn of declining years <br>Must blanch the father's head, <br>Encumbered with a load of cares, <br>When youthful charms have fled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Moses+Horton">George Moses Horton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397015" data-title="On Winter de George Moses Horton" data-description="When smiling Summer's charms are past, The voice of music dies; Then Winter pours his chilling blast From rough inclement skies. The pensive dove shuts up her throat, The larks forbear to soar, Or raise one sweet, delightful note, Which ch..."></div> </div> </div>

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