Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Friday, December 26, 2008

Winter (John Keats, 1795 – 1821)

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Portrait of John Keats by William Hilton, after Joseph Severn (National Portrait Gallery, London).
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In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy Tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them,
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.

In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy Brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.

Ah! would ’twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
To know the change and feel it,
When there is none to heal it,
Nor numbed sense to steal it,
Was never said in rhyme.
Now for a little smarm--okay, so I'm feeling a bit sentimental because it's still the holiday season...
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Our Winter Love (The Lettermen)



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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Winter (William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616)

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When icicles hang by the wall
---And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
---And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipt, and ways be foul,
---Then nightly sings the staring owl,
------------Tuwhoo!
Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note!
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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Winter (A reading by SpokenVerse)



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When all aloud the wind doth blow,
---And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
---And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
---Then nightly sings the staring owl,
------------Tuwhoo!
Tuwhit! Tuwhoo! A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
From Love's Labours Lost, Act V, Scene ii.
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