{"id":557,"date":"2011-12-01T05:32:02","date_gmt":"2011-12-01T05:32:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/?p=557"},"modified":"2017-11-14T06:27:07","modified_gmt":"2017-11-14T06:27:07","slug":"the-winters-come","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/2011\/12\/01\/the-winters-come\/","title":{"rendered":"The Winter\u2019s Come"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sweet chestnuts brown like soleing-leather turn,<br \/>\nThe larch trees, like the colour of the sun<br \/>\nThat paled sky in the Autumn seem\u2019d to burn.<br \/>\nWhat a strange scene before us now does run<br \/>\nRed, brown, and yellow, russet, black and dun,<br \/>\nWhitethorn, wild cherry, and the poplar bare,<br \/>\nThe sycamore all withered in the sun,<br \/>\nNo leaves are now upon the birch-tree there,<br \/>\nAll now is stript to the cold wintry air.<\/p>\n<p>See, not one tree but what has lost its leaves,<br \/>\nAnd yet the landscape wears a pleasing hue,<br \/>\nThe winter chill on his cold bed receives<br \/>\nFoliage which once hung o\u2019er the waters blue,<br \/>\nNaked, and bare, the leafless trees repose,<br \/>\nBlue-headed titmouse now seeks maggots rare,<br \/>\nSluggish and dull the leaf-strewn river flows,<br \/>\nThat is not green, which was so through the year,<br \/>\nDark chill November draweth to a close.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Tis winter and I love to read in-doors,<br \/>\nWhen the moon hangs her crescent up on high<br \/>\nWhile on the window-shutters the wind roars<br \/>\nAnd storms like furies pass remorseless by,<br \/>\nHow pleasant on a feather-bed to lie,<br \/>\nOr sitting by the fire in fancy soar,<br \/>\nWith Milton or with Dante to regions high,<br \/>\nOr read fresh volumes we\u2019ve not seen before,<br \/>\nOr o\u2019er old Burton\u2019s \u2018Melancholy\u2019 pore.<\/p>\n<p>John Clare wrote this around 1850 in the Northampton asylum. \u00a0What else is there usefully to say?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sweet chestnuts brown like soleing-leather turn, The larch trees, like the colour of the sun That paled sky in the Autumn seem\u2019d to burn. What a strange scene before us now does run Red, brown, and yellow, russet, black and...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":237,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-557","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-comment","category-new-publications"],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/237"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=557"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/557\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=557"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=557"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bath.ac.uk\/edswahs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=557"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}