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These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings. - Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Frost-Work Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. - Pietro Aretino 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 Blake, To Winter When now, unsparing as the scourge of war, Blasts follow blasts and groves dismantled roar; Around their home the storm-pinched cattle lows, No nourishment in frozen pasture grows; Yet frozen pastures every morn resound With fair abundance thund'ring to the ground. - Robert Bloomfield, The Farmer's Boy--Winter (st. 2) Winter is the night of vegetation. - Christian Nestell Bovee 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 Bradford, Of Plymouth Plantation But Winter has yet brighter scenes--he boasts Splendors beyond what gorgeous Summer knows. Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods All flushed with many hues. Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear the steps, And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering. - 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 Cullen Bryant, A Winter Piece (l. 66) 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. - William Henry Burleigh, Winter 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 Burroughs, The Snow-Walkers Coldly and capriciously the slanting sunbeams fall. - Alice Cary Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen. - Willa Sibert Cather, My Antonia 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. - Mrs. Lydia Maria Child, Flowers for Children--Thanksgiving Day The frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Frost at Midnight (l. 1) Every Fern is tucked and set, 'Neath coverlet, Downy and soft and warm. - Susan Coolidge (pseudonym of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey), Time to Go I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours Of long, uninterrupted evening, know. - William Cowper O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know. - William Cowper, Task (bk. IV, l. 120) When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, and wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies. - George Crabbe There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- - Emily Dickinson, No. 258 Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snow-Storm Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snow-Storm 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. - Robert Lee Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Every mile is two in winter. - George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum There's silence in the harvest field; And blackness in the mountain glen, And cloud that will not pass away From the hill-tops for many a day; And stillness round the homes of men. - Mary Howitt 'Tis winter, yet there is no sound Along the air Of winds along their battle-ground; But gently there The snow is falling,--all around. - Ralph Hoyt Displaying page 1 of 3 for this topic: Next >> [1] 2 3
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