All photos, Jim Potts
'Twer at night, an' a keen win' did blow...
All a-zweepen along the white snow"
(A Snowy Night)
'Twer at night, an' a keen win' did blow...
All a-zweepen along the white snow"
(A Snowy Night)
"Come, run up hwome wi’ us to-night,
Athirt the vield avroze so white,
Where vrosty sheades do lie below
The winter ricks a-tipp’d wi’ snow,
An’ lively birds, wi’ waggen tails,
Do hop upon the icy rails,
An’ rime do whiten all the tops
O’ bush an’ tree in hedge an’ copse,
In winds a-cutten keen".
From The Vrost, William Barnes
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Fellow Townsman, Thomas Hardy:
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