Winter, A Season In Verse

By William Blake, Thomas Hardy and Eugene Field

Poetry is a fascinating use of language. With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries. In this series we look at each season through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a guide to the days within each. At this time of the year as the nights close in and the temperature drops Winter seems like a season that nobody really enjoys and we look forward all the more to Spring. For many children however it is the bounty of Christmas that steals their attention and for others the renewal of the New Year. But for Nature it is pause for breath, to take stock of what has gone by in the year to date and ready herself for the energies and dramatic development to the landscape that Spring will bring. But Winter has its beauty too; the frost or snow covered ground, the grey swell of a winters sea and the bleak yet beautiful imagery of the landscape. Our collection of poems brings together the talents of many best loved poets such as Thomas Hardy, Robert Browning, Emily Dickinson and Emily Jane Bronte who catalogue and celebrate the season and its feelings in unique and telling ways. Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry. Many samples are at our youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores. Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Copyright Group
• Release date: Sep 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781780005300

William Blake

William Blake (1757–1827) was an English poet and visual artist often linked to the Romantic movement. As a youth in London, he was primarily educated at home before becoming an engraver’s apprentice. Later, Blake would attend the Royal Academy and eventually find work in publishing. His debut, Poetical Sketches, was printed in 1783 followed by Songs of Innocence in 1789. The latter is arguably his most popular collection due to its vivid imagery and thought-provoking themes.

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Winter, A Season In Verse

Poetry is a fascinating use of language.  With almost a million words at its command it is not surprising that these Isles have produced some of the most beautiful, moving and descriptive verse through the centuries.  In this series we look at each season through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a guide to the days within each.  

At this time of the year as the nights close in and the temperature drops Winter seems like a season that nobody really enjoys and we look forward all the more to Spring.  For many children however it is the bounty of Christmas that steals their attention and for others the renewal of the New Year.  But for Nature it is pause for breath, to take stock of what has gone by in the year to date and ready herself for the energies and dramatic development to the landscape that Spring will bring.  But Winter has its beauty too; the frost or snow covered ground, the grey swell of a winters sea and the bleak yet beautiful imagery of the landscape.

Our collection of poems brings together the talents of many best loved poets such as Thomas Hardy, Robert Browning, Emily Dickinson and Emily Jane Bronte who catalogue and celebrate the season and its feelings in unique and telling ways.

Many of the poems are also available as an audiobook from our sister company Portable Poetry.  Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee  The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.  Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

Index Of Poems

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

The Winters Are So Short by Emily Dickinson

Winter by Anne Bradstreet

Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness by Emily Dickinson 

Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds by Emily Dickinson 

That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling by Emily Jane Brontë

Sweetheart Winter by Vachel Lindsay 

It Is Winter by Daniel Sheehan

A Winter’s Sad Retreat by Daniel Sheehan

In Winter in my Room by Emily Dickinson

Winter by Kahlil Gibran

Snow Flakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

At Castle Wood by Emily Jane Brontë

Change Upon Change by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Divine lullaby by Eugene Field

Autumn And Winter by Algernon Charles Swinburne 

Ode To the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley 

Work Without Hope by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) by Thomas Hardy 

To Winter by William Blake 

Holy Thursday (Experience) by William Blake 

To Winter by William Blake 

Holy Thursday (Experience) by William Blake 

In Winter In My Room by Emily Dickinson

Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds by Emily Dickinson 

Eating And Drinking Chapter VI by Kahlil Gibran

Laughter And Tears IX by Khalil Gibran

The Blue Bell by Emily Jane Brontë 

That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling by Emily Jane Brontë

Change Upon Change by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 

The Farm Woman’s Winter by Thomas Hardy 

The Last Chrysanthemum by Thomas Hardy 

To Flowers From Italy In Winter by Thomas Hardy

To Sappho by Robert Herrick

The Divine Lullaby by Eugene Field

The Wind by Eugene Field 

Four Songs For Four Seasons by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Eden In Winter by Vachel Lindsay 

Sweetheart Winter by Vachel Lindsay

Woods in Winter Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The White Man's Foot by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Four Winds Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Famine by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Winter: My Secret by Christina Georgina Rossetti

It Blows A Snowing Gale by Robert Louis Stevenson

I Who All The Winter Through by Robert Louis Stevenson

Winter Time by Robert Louis Stevenson

Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

I leant upon a coppice gate, 

When Frost was spectre-gray, 

And Winter's dregs made desolate 

The weakening eye of day. 

The tangled bine-stems scored the sky 

Like strings of broken lyres, 

And all mankind that haunted nigh 

Had