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Poem
November 14, 1827
The Massachusetts Spy, And Worcester County Advertiser
Worcester, Worcester County, Massachusetts
What is this article about?
A poem describing the harsh, tyrannical winter personified as Boreas, with storms, desolation, and the suffering of the houseless poor, concluding with a plea for charity amid unseasonable cold weather.
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The following lines, from an unknown correspondent, have lain by us for some time past.
The late unseasonable winter weather renders them peculiarly appropriate at this time.
FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY.
WINTER.
Rude Boreas on his icy throne,
(Grim tyrant of the north,)
With fury pours his terrors down,
And sends his heralds forth,
In frozen Winter's dread array,
Remorseless, harsh, severe,
To rule with unrelenting sway,
O'er half this mundane sphere.
No flowers bestrew their path;
But angry, wailing storms descend
In desolating wrath.
No warbling birds, no purling rills,
No fertile fields are found:
But piercing cold all nature chills,
And all the scene around
Is wrapp'd in winter's stern embrace,
With adamantine chains;
And snowy mountains now deface
The lately verdant plains.
No savory fruits, nor foliage green,
Are found to serve for food;
But man and beast alike are seen
In melancholy mood.
The houseless wanderer gropes his way
Through the inclement storm;
His thin and tatter'd robes betray
A meagre, wasted form.
He seeks a shelter from the blast,
A place his head to lay,
To rest his weary frame, and cast
His gloomy thoughts away.
He begs a pittance from your store;
He asks with suppliant eye,
And who can spurn him from the door,
And who a boon deny?
The late unseasonable winter weather renders them peculiarly appropriate at this time.
FOR THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY.
WINTER.
Rude Boreas on his icy throne,
(Grim tyrant of the north,)
With fury pours his terrors down,
And sends his heralds forth,
In frozen Winter's dread array,
Remorseless, harsh, severe,
To rule with unrelenting sway,
O'er half this mundane sphere.
No flowers bestrew their path;
But angry, wailing storms descend
In desolating wrath.
No warbling birds, no purling rills,
No fertile fields are found:
But piercing cold all nature chills,
And all the scene around
Is wrapp'd in winter's stern embrace,
With adamantine chains;
And snowy mountains now deface
The lately verdant plains.
No savory fruits, nor foliage green,
Are found to serve for food;
But man and beast alike are seen
In melancholy mood.
The houseless wanderer gropes his way
Through the inclement storm;
His thin and tatter'd robes betray
A meagre, wasted form.
He seeks a shelter from the blast,
A place his head to lay,
To rest his weary frame, and cast
His gloomy thoughts away.
He begs a pittance from your store;
He asks with suppliant eye,
And who can spurn him from the door,
And who a boon deny?
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Winter
Boreas
Storm
Cold
Charity
Poor
Massachusetts Spy
What entities or persons were involved?
From An Unknown Correspondent
Poem Details
Title
Winter
Author
From An Unknown Correspondent
Subject
The Late Unseasonable Winter Weather
Key Lines
Rude Boreas On His Icy Throne,
(Grim Tyrant Of The North,)
With Fury Pours His Terrors Down,
And Sends His Heralds Forth,
The Houseless Wanderer Gropes His Way
Through The Inclement Storm;
His Thin And Tatter'd Robes Betray
A Meagre, Wasted Form.
He Begs A Pittance From Your Store;
He Asks With Suppliant Eye,
And Who Can Spurn Him From The Door,
And Who A Boon Deny?