Winter

“O Winter! ruler of the inverted year,Of long uninterrupted evening, know.”

“Observe and see how (in the winter) all the trees seem as though they had withered and shed all their leaves, except fourteen trees, which do not lose their foliage but retain the old foliage from two to three years till the new comes.”

“Do not want to go out in fridge-crossed-with-swimming pool-like world.”

“Winter is Coming.”

“Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,"This is no flattery."”

“Winter's not gone yet, if the wild-geese fly that way.”

“When icicles hang by the wall,While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.”

“How like a winter hath my absence beenWhat freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!”

“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”

“Lastly came Winter cloathed all in frize,That scarce his loosed limbes he hable was to weld.”

“In winter I get up at night,I have to go to bed by day.”

“See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,Vapors, and Clouds, and Storms.”

“Through the hush'd air the whitening Shower descends,Along the mazy current.”

“Dread Winter spreads his latest glooms,His desolate domain.”

“Many of the phenomena of Winter are suggestive of an inexpressible tenderness and fragile delicacy. We are accustomed to hear this king described as a rude and boisterous tyrant; but with the gentleness of a lover he adorns the tresses of Summer.”

“On that winter day when Nature was deep in her annual slumber and seemed to have kicked the clothes off... copses, dells, quarries and all hidden places, which had been mysterious mines for exploration in leafy summer, now exposed themselves and their secrets”

“These Winter nights against my window-paneLike curious Chinese etchings.”

“O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.”

“When now, unsparing as the scourge of war,With fair abundance thund'ring to the ground.”

“Look! the massy trunksThat glimmer with an amethystine light.”

“Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearlAnd gleaming columns radiant in the sun.”

“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.”

“The frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind.”

“Every Fern is tucked and set, Downy and soft and warm.”

“On a lone winter evening, when the frostHas wrought a silence.”

“His breath like silver arrows pierced the air,Flaky and soft, from his wide wings of snow.”

“Every winter,Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.”

“Up rose the wild old winter-king, This land's too warm for me!"”

“But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews;Time conquers all, and we must time obey.”

“Wintry boughs against a wintry sky; Ready to burst through?”

“In winter, when the dismal rain His thunder-harp of pines.”

“Under the snowdrifts the blossoms are sleeping, Trills from the throstle's wild summer-sung tune.”

“Make we here our camp of winter; Childhood's lisping tone.”

“What miracle of weird transformingThis glimpse of glory infinite?”