 The mellow year is hasting to its close; The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast— That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal...  Poems - Page 16by Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Paula R. Feldman, Daniel Robinson - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 279 pages
...snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past, And makes...in ragged, scant array, Wrap their old limbs with somber ivy twine. 403. The First Birthday The sun, sweet girl, hath run his year-long race Through... | |
 | Julie Fisher-McGarry - Nature - 2006 - 253 pages
...snows; The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed; Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past, And makes...woods, in ragged scant array Wrap their old limbs with somber ivy-twine. — Hartley Coleridge November 2 - Walking the Weight Off Once I worked as a physical... | |
 | Henry Davenport Northrup - English poetry - 1888 - 632 pages
...snows ; The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past, And makes...straggling way Of oozy brooks, which no deep banks deñne ; And the gaunt woods, in ragged, scant array, Wrap their old limbs with sombre ivy twine. HARTLEY... | |
 | University of Bombay - 1907
...snows ; The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed, Hangs, a pale mourner for the summer past, And makes...the faint brief day The dusky waters shudder as they shiue ; The russet leaves obstruct the straggling way Of oozy brooks, which no deep banki define ;... | |
 | New London (Conn.) - 1859
...snows. The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly glassed ; Hangs a pale mourner for the Summer past, And makes a little summer when it grows, In the chill sunbeam of the faint brief day. The dusky waters shudder as they shine... | |
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