George Crabbe Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: December 24, 1754 - February 3, 1832
Birthday: December 24
Death: February 3
When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, and wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies.
topic: Spring, Winter, Blow, Mead
