On frosty mornsG. TomlinsOn frosty morns with the woods aflame, down, downThe golden spoils fall thick from the chestnut crown.May Autumn in tranquil glory her riches spend,With mellow apples her orchard-branches bend.
← LibraryG. Tomlins · songOn frosty mornsSong 1 of 1lyrics: Robert Seymour BridgesAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongOn frosty mornslyrics: Robert Seymour BridgesOnˈɒnfrostyfɹˈɒstimornsmɔːnwithwˈɪðtheðəwoodswˈʊdzaflameɐflˈeɪm,downdˈaʊn,downdˈaʊnTheðəgoldenɡˈəʊldənspoilsspˈɔɪlzfallfˈɔːlthickθˈɪkfromfɹˈɒmtheðəchestnuttʃˈɛstnʌtcrownkɹˈaʊn.MaymˈeɪAutumnˈɔːtʌminˈɪntranquiltɹˈænkwɪlgloryɡlˈɔːɹiherhˈɜːrichesɹˈɪtʃɪzspendspˈɛnd,Withwˈɪðmellowmˈɛləʊapplesˈæpəlzherhˈɜːorchard-branchesbendbˈɛnd.