When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And Marian's nose looks red and raw : Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, to-whoo, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. A WINTER SCENE. Shakspeare. THE keener tempests rise; and fuming dun, A vapoury deluge lies, to snow congeal'd. Heavy they roll their fleecy world along ; And the sky saddens with the gather'd storm. Through the hush'd air the whitening shower descends, At first thin wavering; till at last the flakes Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the sky, Put on their winter robe of purest white. 'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts |