As when the freezing blasts of Boreas blow, And scatter ore the Fields the driving Snow, From dusky Clowds the fleecy Winter flyes, Whose dazling Lustre whitens all the Skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN THE KYE CAME HOME by JAMES HOGG THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS THE MORAL FABLES: THE SWALLOW, AND THE OTHER BIRDS by AESOP ON THE DEATH OF EMILY BRONTE by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |