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ʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛs ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡᴘᴀɴᴇ ɪɴ ғᴀɪʀʏ ʟɪɴᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ sᴛᴇᴀᴍ;
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Created on 2012-07-08 15:25:25 (#1661583), last updated 2014-02-07 (595 weeks ago)
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| Name: | Jackson Overland Frost |
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| Location: | Burgess, United States |
“... Then boys I heard, as they went to school, calling, They gathered up the crystal manna to freeze Their tongues with tasting, their hands with snowballing; Or rioted in a drift, plunging up to their knees; Or peering up from under the white-mossed wonder, 'O look at the trees!' they cried, 'O look at the trees!' With lessened load a few carts creak and blunder, Following along the white deserted way, A country company long dispersed asunder: When now already the sun, in pale display Standing by Paul's high dome, spread forth below His sparkling beams, and awoke the stir of the day. For now doors open, and war is waged with the snow; And trains of sombre men, past tale of number, Tread long brown paths, as toward their toil they go: But even for them awhile no cares encumber Their minds diverted; the daily word is unspoken, The daily thoughts of labour and sorrow slumber At the sight of the beauty that greets them, for the charm they have broken.” — Robert Bridges, "London Snow" |
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