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Alexander Pope
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
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Alexander Pope
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow, And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
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Christopher Pearce Cranch
December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared, Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.
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Christopher Pearce Cranch
December drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared, Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.
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J.K. Hoyt
Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!
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J.K. Hoyt
Shout now! The months with loud acclaim, Take up the cry and send it forth; May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes, November thundering from the North. With hands upraised, as with one voice, They join their notes in grand accord; Hail to December! say they all, It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!
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John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.
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John Keats
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.
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John Keats
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Only the sea intoning, Only the wainscot-mouse, Only the wild wind moaning Over the lonely house.
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Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Only the sea intoning, Only the wainscot-mouse, Only the wild wind moaning Over the lonely house.
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Unattributed Author
If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate'er you do.
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Unattributed Author
If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow and ice and mirth, Place on you hand a Turquoise blue, Success will bless whate'er you do.
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William Cullen Bryant
Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.
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William Cullen Bryant
Wild was the day; the wintry sea Moaned sadly on New England's strand, When first the thoughtful and the free, Our fathers, trod the desert land.
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William Shakespeare
When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
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William Shakespeare
When we shall hear The rain and wind beat dark December, how In this our pinching cave shall we discourse The freezing hours away?
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