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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T116245 1135 K093079.002 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. II. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 102-103. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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WINTER . BY THE SAME . WHEN the trees are all bare , not a leaf to be seen , And the meadows their beauty have lost ; When Nature's disrob'd of her mantle of green , And the streams are fast bound with the frost , While the peasant inactive stands shivering with cold , As bleak the winds northerly blow ; And the innocent flocks run for warmth to the fold , With their fleeces besprinkled with snow . In the yard , when the cattle are fodder'd with straw , And they send forth their breath like a steam : And the neat looking dairy-maid sees she must thaw Flakes of ice that she finds in the cream . When the sweet country-maiden , as fresh as a rose , As she carelessly trips often slides , And the rustics laugh loud , if by falling she shews All the charms that her modesty hides . When the lads and the lasses for company join'd , In a croud round the embers are met ; Talk of fairies , and witches , that ride on the wind , And of ghosts , till they're all in a sweat . Heaven grant in this season it may be my lot , With the nymph whom I love and admire ; While the icicles hang from the eves of my cot , I may thither in safety retire : Where in neatness and quiet — and free from surprize , We may live and no hardships endure ; Nor feel any turbulent passions arise , But such as each other may cure .