...they had a portent in a peculiarly chill state of the air — " a hard, dull, bitterness of cold :" 11 The wind blew east : we heard the roar Of ocean on...throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air." It continued all the succeeding night and day, and until the second morning shone ; and, as before...

...Bound. liarly chill state of the air—" a hard, dull, bitterness of cold :" *' The wind blew ea*t : we heard the roar Of ocean on his wintry shore, And...pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air.1* It continued all the succeeding night and day, and until the second morning shone ; and, as...

...day" described in the beautiful winter poem. Today no -hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow-storm told." Nor did we look out upon " A universe of sky and snow," but upon green hills and luxuriant woods and...

...however stont, Of homespun stuff', could <[nite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened...Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pnlse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. Meanwhile we did onr nightly chores, —...

...however stout, Of homespun stuff, could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened...we heard the roar Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And telt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. Meanwhile we did our nightly...

...however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, lies frantic and far ? 'T is thine, 0 Glenullin !...gate. Л steed comes at morning : 110 rider is there ISeat with low rhythm our inland air. Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood...

...however stout Of homespun stuff, could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened...throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. 2. Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls,...

...Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. The wind blew east: we heard the roar Of Ocean on...felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rythm our inland air. 2. Unwarmed by any sunset light, The gray day darkened into night, A night made...

...however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened...The wind blew east ; we heard the roar Of Ocean on hie wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air. Meanwhile...

...however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid-vein, the circling race Of life-blood in the sharpened...face, The coming of the snow-storm told. The wind blew cast : we heard the roar Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat...