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Robert Southey - Ode Written On The First Of DecemberRobert Southey - Ode Written On The First Of December
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Tho` now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o`er the green wood shade,  I love thee Winter! well. Sweet are the harmonies of Spring, Sweet is the summer`s evening gale, Pleasant the autumnal winds that shake  The many-colour`d grove. And pleasant to the sober`d soul The silence of the wintry scene, When Nature shrouds her in her trance Not undelightful now to roam The wild heath sparkling on the sight; Not undelightful now to pace  The forest`s ample rounds; And see the spangled branches shine, And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old tree`s brown bark,  Or o`er the grey stone spreads. The cluster`d berries claim the eye O`er the bright hollies gay green leaves, The ivy round the leafless oak  Clasps its full foliage close. So VIRTUE diffident of strength Clings to RELIGION`S firmer aid, And by RELIGION`S aid upheld  Endures calamity. Nor void of beauties now the spring, Whose waters hid from summer sun Have sooth`d the thirsty pilgrim`s ear  With more than melody. The green moss shines with icey glare, The long grass bends its spear-like form, And lovely is the silvery scene  When faint the sunbeams smile. Reflection too may love the hour When Nature, hid in Winter`s grave, No more expands the bursting bud  Or bids the flowret bloom. For Nature soon in Spring`s best charms Shall rise reviv`d from Winter`s grave. Again expand the bursting bud,  And bid the flowret bloom.
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