DECEMBER
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December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.—C. P. CRANCH, December
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In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look.—KEATS, Stanzas
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Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December.—POE, The Raven
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In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.—POPE, Dunciad
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When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how,
In this our pinching cave, shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?—SHAKESPEARE, Cymbeline
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The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.—WHITTIER, Snow-Bound
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