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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529231" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first the fiery-mantled sun <br>His heavenly race begun to run; <br>Round the earth and ocean blue, <br>His children four the Seasons flew. <br>First, in green apparel dancing, <br> The young Spring smiled with angel grace; <br>Rosy summer next advancing, <br> Rushed into her sire's embrace:- <br>Her blue-haired sire, who bade her keep <br> For ever nearest to his smile, <br>On Calpe's olive-shaded steep, <br> On India's citron-covered isles: <br>More remote and buxom-brown, <br> The Queen of vintage bowed before his throne, <br>A rich pomegranate gemmed her gown, <br> A ripe sheaf bound her zone. <br>But howling Winter fled afar, <br>To hills that prop the polar star, <br>And lives on deer-borne car to ride <br>With barren darkness at his side, <br>Round the shore where loud Lofoden <br> Whirls to death the roaring whale, <br>Round the hall where runic Odin <br> Howls his war-song to the gale; <br>Save when adown the ravaged globe <br> He travels on his native storm, <br>Deflowering Nature's grassy robe, <br> And trampling on her faded form:- <br>Till light's returning lord assume <br> The shaft the drives him to his polar field, <br>Of power to pierce his raven plume <br> And crystal-covered shield. <br>Oh, sire of storms! whose savage ear <br>The Lapland drum delights to hear, <br>When frenzy with her blood-shot eye <br>Implores thy dreadful deity, <br>Archangel! power of desolation! <br> Fast descending as thou art, <br>Say, hath mortal invocation <br> Spells to touch thy stony heart? <br>Then, sullen Winter, hear my prayer, <br>And gently rule the ruined year; <br>Nor chill the wanders bosom bare, <br>Nor freeze the wretch's falling tear;- <br>To shuddering Want's unmantled bed <br>Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lead, <br>And gently on the orphan head <br>Of innocence descend.- <br>But chiefly spare, O king of clouds! <br>The sailor on his airy shrouds; <br>When wrecks and beacons strew the steep, <br>And specters walk along the deep. <br>Milder yet thy snowy breezes <br> Pour on yonder tented shores, <br>Where the Rhine's broad billow freezes, <br> Or the Dark-brown Danube roars. <br>Oh, winds of winter! List ye there <br> To many a deep and dying groan; <br>Or start, ye demons of the midnight air, <br> At shrieks and thunders louder than your own. <br>Alas! Even unhallowed breath <br> May spare the victim fallen low; <br>But man will ask no truce of death,- <br> No bounds to human woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campbell">Thomas Campbell</a><div class=q>
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His heavenly race begun to run; 
Round the earth and ocean blue, 
His children four the Seasons flew. 
First, in green apparel dancing, 
 The young Spring smiled with angel grace; 
Rosy summer next advancing, 
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