Nor numbèd sense to steal it,
Was never said in rhyme.
John Keats
A SONG OF WINTER
Cold cold!
Cold to-night is broad Moylurg,
Higher the snow than the mountain-range,
The deer cannot get at their food.
Cold till Doom!
Nor numbèd sense to steal it,
Was never said in rhyme.
John Keats
Cold cold!
Cold to-night is broad Moylurg,
Higher the snow than the mountain-range,
The deer cannot get at their food.
Cold till Doom!