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)
겨울이 오면 봄도 멀지 않으리.
- 퍼시 셸리
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
Winter, William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind, As man's ingratitude.
- William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
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)
Thursday, December 5, 2013
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