For he approaches very fast, which prospect then how hopeless. --We find the fireside the only cheerful companion when keen blows the north blast and heavy drives the snow.

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Oh Winter, ruler of th'inverted year, . . .
I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof
Of undisturbed retirement, and the hours
Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
--William Copper (1731-1800), The Task, IV, vv. 120, 139-3.