A Winter's Evening
FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO WINTER
--But hark! the Curfew tolls! and lo! the night
Mounts the black Coursers of the stormy North
Now down the pathway brown
I bend my pensive steps cetera desunt
--But hark! the Curfew tolls! and lo! the night
Mounts the black Coursers of the stormy North
Now down the pathway brown
I bend my pensive steps cetera desunt
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