Of the goaded world; and Kosciusko's, worn Petrarch, outstepping from the shady green, Of outspread wings, and from between them shone These lines; and howsoever they be done, STANZAS. N a drear-nighted December, IN Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them ; Nor frozen thawings glue them In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah! would 'twere so with many PESOA. EPISTLES. Among the rest a shepherd (though but young Britannia's Pastorals. - BROWNE |