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Poem
December 24, 1833
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
Playful poem by Hugh Moore personifying 'Old Winter' as a saucy, witty, rolicksome, wicked, tough, and cunning old fellow who brings icy chills, freezes lips, withers flowers, and disrupts warmth and comfort.
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POETRY
OLD WINTER IS COMING.
BY HUGH MOORE.
Old Winter is coming again—alack!
How icy and cold is he!
He cares not a pin or a shivering back—
He's a saucy old chap to white and to black—
He whistles his chills with a wonderful knack,
For he comes from a cold countree!
A witty old fellow this Winter is—
A mighty old fellow for glee!
He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet Miss—
The wrinkled old maiden unfit to kiss—
And freezes the dew of their lips—for this
Is the way with old fellows like he
Old Winter's a rolicksome blade I wot—
He is wild in his humor and free!
He'll whistle along for the want of his thought,
And set all the warmth of our furs at nought,
And ruffle the laces by pretty girls bought;
For a frolicksome fellow is he!
Old Winter is blowing his gusts along,
And merrily shaking the tree!
From morning to night he will sing his song
Now moaning and short—now howling and long—
His voice is loud, or his lungs are strong—
A merry old fellow is he!
Old Winter's a wicked old chap, I ween—
As wicked as ever you see!
He withers the flowers, so fresh and green—
And bites the pert nose of the Miss of sixteen,
As she trippingly walks in maidenly sheen!
A wicked old fellow is he!
Old Winter's a tough old fellow for blows,
As tough as ever you see:
He will trip our trotters and rend our clothes,
And stiffen our limbs from our fingers to toes—
He minds not the cries of his friends or his foes—
A tough old fellow is he!
A cunning old fellow is Winter, they say,
A cunning old fellow is he!
He peeps in the crevices day by day,
To see how we're passing our time away,
And mark all our doings from grave to gay—
I'm afraid he is peeping at me.
OLD WINTER IS COMING.
BY HUGH MOORE.
Old Winter is coming again—alack!
How icy and cold is he!
He cares not a pin or a shivering back—
He's a saucy old chap to white and to black—
He whistles his chills with a wonderful knack,
For he comes from a cold countree!
A witty old fellow this Winter is—
A mighty old fellow for glee!
He cracks his jokes on the pretty sweet Miss—
The wrinkled old maiden unfit to kiss—
And freezes the dew of their lips—for this
Is the way with old fellows like he
Old Winter's a rolicksome blade I wot—
He is wild in his humor and free!
He'll whistle along for the want of his thought,
And set all the warmth of our furs at nought,
And ruffle the laces by pretty girls bought;
For a frolicksome fellow is he!
Old Winter is blowing his gusts along,
And merrily shaking the tree!
From morning to night he will sing his song
Now moaning and short—now howling and long—
His voice is loud, or his lungs are strong—
A merry old fellow is he!
Old Winter's a wicked old chap, I ween—
As wicked as ever you see!
He withers the flowers, so fresh and green—
And bites the pert nose of the Miss of sixteen,
As she trippingly walks in maidenly sheen!
A wicked old fellow is he!
Old Winter's a tough old fellow for blows,
As tough as ever you see:
He will trip our trotters and rend our clothes,
And stiffen our limbs from our fingers to toes—
He minds not the cries of his friends or his foes—
A tough old fellow is he!
A cunning old fellow is Winter, they say,
A cunning old fellow is he!
He peeps in the crevices day by day,
To see how we're passing our time away,
And mark all our doings from grave to gay—
I'm afraid he is peeping at me.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Song
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Winter Personification
Seasonal Ode
Playful Verse
Hugh Moore
Cold Weather
What entities or persons were involved?
By Hugh Moore.
Poem Details
Title
Old Winter Is Coming.
Author
By Hugh Moore.
Key Lines
Old Winter Is Coming Again—Alack!
How Icy And Cold Is He!
He Cares Not A Pin Or A Shivering Back—
He's A Saucy Old Chap To White And To Black—
He Whistles His Chills With A Wonderful Knack,
For He Comes From A Cold Countree!
A Cunning Old Fellow Is Winter, They Say,
A Cunning Old Fellow Is He!
He Peeps In The Crevices Day By Day,
To See How We're Passing Our Time Away,
And Mark All Our Doings From Grave To Gay—
I'm Afraid He Is Peeping At Me.