Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast,… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise;… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
