THE WINTER's WALK. Samuel Johnson 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. T116245 1136 K093079.003 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. III. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 244-245. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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THE WINTER's WALK . BY THE SAME . BEHOLD , my fair , where'er we rove , What dreary prospects round us rise ; The naked hill , the leafless grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies ! Nor only thought the wasted plain , Stern Winter , in thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . Enlivening Hope and fond Desire Resign the heart to Spleen and Care ; Scarce frighted Love maintains her fire , And Rapture saddens to Despair . In groundless hope , and causeless fear , Unhappy man ! behold thy doom , Still changing with the changeful year , The slave of sunshine and of gloom . Tir'd with vain joys , and false alarms , With mental and corporeal strife ; Snatch me , my STELLA , to thy arms , And screen me from the ills of Life .