THE WINTER NOSEGAY. William Cowper Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T14895 K027775.000 Cowper, William, 1731-1800. Poems: by William Cowper, of the Inner Temple, Esq. London printed for J. Johnson 1782 pp. 346-347. [4],367,[1]p. ; 8⁰.

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THE WINTER NOSEGAY . 1. WHAT nature , alas ! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle , Art has in a measure supplied , And winter is deck'd with a smile . See Mary what beauties I bring From the shelter of that sunny shed , Where the flow'rs have the charms of the spring , Though abroad they are frozen and dead . 2. 'Tis a bow'r of Arcadian sweets , Where Flora is still in her prime , A fortress to which she retreats , From the cruel assaults of the clime . While earth wears a mantle of snow , These pinks are as fresh and as gay , As the fairest and sweetest that blow , On the beautiful bosom of May . 3. See how they have safely surviv'd The frowns of a sky so severe , Such Mary's true love that has liv'd Through many a turbulent year . The charms of the late blowing rose , Seem grac'd with a livelier hue , And the winter of sorrow best shows The truth of a friend , such as you .