Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Winter. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2014

July, Lord Byron


The English winter — ending in July,
To recommence in August.

- Lord Byron (1788-1824), Don Juan (1818-24), Canto 13, Stanza 42.

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Monday, April 28, 2014

Monday, February 3, 2014

Winter, Christina 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.

- Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Monday, January 27, 2014

Winter, Willa Cather


Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.

- Willa Cather (1873-1947)

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Winter, 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.

- William Bradford (Plymouth Colony governor, 1590-1657)

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Winter, Albert Camus


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

- Albert Camus (1913-1960)

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Winter, Percy Bysshe Shelley


If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Winter, 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.

- Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

Monday, December 30, 2013

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Winter, Anne Bradstreet


If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

- Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Winter, Robert 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.

- Robert Frost (1874-1963)