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Poem
December 18, 1799
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A sonnet depicting winter's harsh embrace on nature, where beasts and birds seek shelter, serving as a metaphor for misfortune humbling pride, exposing folly and vice, yet extinguishing passion, genius, and fancy.
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OCR Quality
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Excellent
Full Text
SONNET ON WINTER
Keen is the cutting wind; here winter grips nature in his killing cold embrace;
The boar submits and tame is every beast of chase,
And each sweet bird forgets its dulcet lore:
Humble and homely round the cottage door
They fluttering crowd, tho' late so wild and free,
And pity's tribute wistfully implore
From those in happier days they wont to fly.
So can misfortune low the proudest crest;
Shew arrogance and folly what they are;
Strike deep instruction to presumption's breast,
And vice and pleasure's gilded hook lay bare.
But, oh, hard teacher! tho' the passions fly,
With them all genius' fire, all fancy's glories die!
Keen is the cutting wind; here winter grips nature in his killing cold embrace;
The boar submits and tame is every beast of chase,
And each sweet bird forgets its dulcet lore:
Humble and homely round the cottage door
They fluttering crowd, tho' late so wild and free,
And pity's tribute wistfully implore
From those in happier days they wont to fly.
So can misfortune low the proudest crest;
Shew arrogance and folly what they are;
Strike deep instruction to presumption's breast,
And vice and pleasure's gilded hook lay bare.
But, oh, hard teacher! tho' the passions fly,
With them all genius' fire, all fancy's glories die!
What sub-type of article is it?
Sonnet
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Moral Virtue
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Winter Sonnet
Nature Embrace
Misfortune Metaphor
Moral Instruction
Vice Folly
Poem Details
Title
Sonnet On Winter
Subject
On Winter
Key Lines
Keen Is The Cutting Wind; Here Winter Grips Nature In His Killing Cold Embrace;
But, Oh, Hard Teacher! Tho' The Passions Fly,
With Them All Genius' Fire, All Fancy's Glories Die!