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Southey. 
WRINKLED, crabbed man they picture thee, 
Old Winter! with a rugged beard as gray 
As the long moss upon the apple-tree ; 
Blue-lipt ; an ice-drop at thy sharp, blue nose ; 
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way 
Plodding, alone, through sleet and drifting snows. 
They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth, 
Old Winter! seated in thy great arm-chair, 
Watching the children at their Christmas mirth ; 
Or circled by them, as thy lips declare 
Some merry jest or tale of murder dire, 
Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night, 
Pausing at times to rouse the mouldering fire, 
Or taste the old October brown and bright. 
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