Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 27. See wither'd Winter, bending low his head

See wither'd Winter, bending low his head;
    His ragged locks stiff with the hoary dew;
    His eyes, like frozen lakes, of livid hue;
    His train, a sable cloud, with murky red
Streak'd.—Ah! behold his nitrous breathings shed
    Petrific death!—Lean, wailful Birds pursue,
    On as he sweeps o'er the dun lonely moor,
    Amid the battling blast of all the Winds,
That, while their sleet the climbing Sailor blinds,
    Lash the white surges to the sounding shore.
    So com'st thou, Winter, finally to doom
The sinking year; and with thy ice-dropt sprays,
    Cypress and yew, engarland her pale tomb,
    Her vanish'd hopes, and aye-departed days.

1. Sonnet 24. Behold the Day an image of the Year!
2. Sonnet 63. Thy Genius, Colebrooke, faithless to his charge
3. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
4. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
5. Sonnet 60. Why view'st thou, Edwy, with disdainful mien

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