| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews, Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse, Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey. |
| Alexander Pope | But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey. |
| Boris Pasternak | It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned. |
| Charles Kingsley | Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay-- Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses. |
| Christina G Rossetti | In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. |
| Emily Dickinson | There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- |
| Ezra Pound | Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind doth ramm! Sing: Goddamm. |
| John Burroughs | The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood. |
| John Keats | On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence. |
| Mrs Lydia Maria Child | Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow. |
| Robert Lee Frost | Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. |
| Willa Sibert Cather | Winter lies too long in country towns, hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. |
| William Blake | O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors, The north is thine, there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car. |
| William Bradford | And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and fierce storms. . . . For summer being done, all things stand upon them with a weather-beaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, represented a wild and savage hue. |
| William Cullen Bryant | Look! the massy trunks Are cased in the pure crystal, each light spray, Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven, Is studded with its trembling water-drops, That glimmer with an amethystine light. |
| William Henry Burleigh | Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright From the ice roof depending, and beneath, Grottoes and temples with their crystal spires And gleaming columns radiant in the sun. |
| George Herbert | Every mile is two in winter. |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. |
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