WinterBY ANNE HUNTERBehold the gloomy tyrant’s awful formBinding the captive earth in icy chains; 2His chilling breath sweeps o’er the watery plains,Howls in the blast, and swells the rising storm. 4 See from its centre bends the rifted tower,Threat’ning the lowly vale with frowning pride, 6O’er the scared flocks that seek its sheltering side,A fearfulContinue reading “Winter : Anne Hunter : : Winter Poems : :”