Blowzelinʹda
. “Sweet is my toil when Blowzelind is near;
Of her bereft, ʹtis winter all the year… .
Come, Blowzelinda, ease thy swain’s desire,
My summer’s shadow and my winter’s fire.”
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Entry taken from
Dictionary of Phrase and Fable,
edited by the Rev. E. Cobham Brewer, LL.D. and revised in 1895.