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NHG-P.774.016
25 Feb 1774:41 (905)
AN ODE ON WINTER.
Since the hill's all around us do penance in snow,
And winter's cold blast have benum'd us below;
Since the rivers chain'd up, flow with the same speed,
As criminals ove towards the psalm they can't read:
Throw whole oaks at a time, nay whole groves on the fire,
To keep out the cold and new vigour inspire:
Ne'er waste the dull time in impertinent thinking,
But urge and pursue the grand pleasure call'd drinking,
Come pierce your old hogsheads, ne'er stint us with sherry;
For this is the season to drink and be merry.
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