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December, A Month In Verse
December, A Month In Verse
December, A Month In Verse
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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 calendar month through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a guide to the days within each . This volume of Poetry is all about December - The 12th and final month in the Gregorian calendar. Winter is upon the land and Christmas provides a source of celebration. The poets including such notables as John Keats, Lord Byron, William Shakespeare, Percy Bsysshe Shelley, Alfred Lord Tennyson reflect their views and extend their thoughts to us. Many samples are at our youtube channel http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.

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Release dateSep 24, 2013
ISBN9781780005287
December, A Month In Verse
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey (1774 –1843) was an English Romantic poet, and Poet Laureate for 30 years. He was a prolific letter writer, literary scholar, historian and biographer. Perhaps his most enduring contribution to literary history is The Story of the Three Bears, the original Goldilocks story, first published in Southey's prose collection The Doctor. His biographies include the life and works of John Bunyan, John Wesley, William Cowper, Oliver Cromwell and Horatio Nelson.

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    December, A Month In Verse - Robert Southey

    December, A Month 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 calendar month through the eyes and minds of our most gifted poets to bring you a guide to the days within each .  This volume of Poetry is all about December - The 12th and final month in the Gregorian calendar.  Winter is upon the land and Christmas provides a source of celebration.  The poets including such notables as John Keats, Lord Byron, William Shakespeare, Percy Bsysshe Shelley, Alfred Lord Tennyson reflect their views and extend their thoughts to us.   Among our readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe

    Many samples are at our youtube channel   http://www.youtube.com/user/PortablePoetry?feature=mhee   Among the readers are Richard Mitchley and Ghizela Rowe The full volume can be purchased from iTunes, Amazon and other digital stores.

    INDEX OF POEMS

    Ode Written On The First Of December By Robert Southey

    A Calender Of Sonnets - December By Helen Hunt Jackson

    A December Day By Robert Fuller Murray

    A Wife In London (December 1899) By Thomas Hardy

    Come Come Thou Bleak December Wind (Fragment 3) By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

    Snow-Bound (The Sun That Brief December Day) By John Greenleaf Whittier

    How Like A Winter Hath my Absence Been - Sonnet 97 By William Shakespeare

    December By John Payne

    Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills By Percy Bysshe Shelley

    Sicily December 1908 By Henry Van Dyke

    December By John Bannister Tabb

    December Sales Drive By Daniel Sheehan

    The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Year By December By Wilfred Scawen Blunt

    The December Rose By Edith Nesbit

    On The Death Of Major Whitefoord, December 15th 1825 By Eliza Acton

    December Matins By Alfred Austin

    To A Lady Who Presented to The Author A Lock Of Hair Braided With His Own And Appointed A Night In December To Meet Him In The Garden By Lord Byron

    Winter Stores By Charlotte Bronte

    In Drear Nighted December By John Keats

    The Foolish Fir Tree By Henry Van Dyke

    The Death Of The Old Year By Alfred Lord Tennyson

    Christmas At Sea By Robert Louis Stevenson

    December 23rd 1879 By George MacDonald

    Christmas Bells By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Ceremonies For Christmas By Robert Herrick

    December 27th 1879 By George MacDonald

    At The Entering Of The New Year By Thomas Hardy

    Ring Out Wild Bells By Alfred Lord Tennyson

    December by John Clare

    The Twenty Second Of December by William Cullen Bryant

    The Shepheardes Calender: December by Edmund Spenser

    Ode Written On The First Of December by Robert Southey

    Tho' now no more the musing ear

    Delights to listen to the breeze

    That lingers o'er the green wood shade,

    I love thee Winter! well.

    Sweet are the harmonies of Spring,

    Sweet is the summer's evening gale,

    Pleasant the autumnal winds that shake

    The many-colour'd grove.

    And pleasant to the sober'd soul

    The silence of the wintry scene,

    When Nature shrouds her in her trance

    Not undelightful now to roam

    The wild heath sparkling on the sight;

    Not undelightful now to pace

    The forest's ample rounds;

    And see the spangled branches shine,

    And mark the moss of many a hue

    That varies the old tree's brown bark,

    Or o'er the grey stone spreads.

    The cluster'd berries claim the eye

    O'er the bright hollies gay green leaves,

    The ivy round the leafless oak

    Clasps its full foliage close.

    So virtue diffident of strength

    Clings to religion’s firmer aid,

    And by religion’s aid upheld

    Endures calamity.

    Nor void of beauties now the spring,

    Whose waters hid from summer sun

    Have sooth'd the thirsty pilgrim's ear

    With more than melody.

    The green moss shines with icey glare,

    The long grass bends its spear-like form,

    And lovely is the silvery scene

    When faint the sunbeams smile.

    Reflection too may love the hour

    When Nature, hid in Winter's grave,

    No more expands the bursting bud

    Or bids the flowret bloom.

    For Nature soon in Spring's best charms

    Shall rise reviv'd from Winter's grave.

    Again expand the bursting bud,

    And bid the flowret bloom.

    A Calender Of Sonnets - December by Helen Hunt Jackson

    The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes

    Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:

    Far

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