“Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?” FirstsMayStillsSongSkyColorSpringWingsSpeedFlightSouthernChillBlastHueBluebird Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize, Chattering his teeth for cold that did him chill; Whilst on his hoary beard his breath did freese, And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill As from a limebeck did adown distill: In his right hand a tipped staffe he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still; For he was faint with cold, and weak with eld; That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld.” StillsHandsStepsColdWeakBreathsBillsWinterTeethDullChillBeardScarce Book:The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall Vertues Source: The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall Vertues