Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No Winter in thy year.john logan
Where is the subject that does not branch out into infinity? For every grain of sand is a mystery; so is every daisy in summer, and so is every snowflake in Winter. Both upwards and downwards, and all around us, science and speculation pass into mystery at last.
The coldest Winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.mark twain
Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweepThe darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!Though boundless snows the withered heath deform,And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm,Yet shall the smile of social love repay,With mental light, the melancholy day!And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er,The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore,How bright the fagots in his little hallBlaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!thomas campbell
This Winter I hope you get a splinter if you make a toboggan and it is a mahog'unjohn hegley
Finnish forests: Let us remind the satellite pictures of the 1970’s Winter in which the old forest appeared black and young forest and cut downs white. Already then the Finnish borders were like drawn on the map: White Finland between black Karelian and black Sweden. Finnish Forest Research Institute hicced up some time and then decided that the pictures are fake. . .pentti linkola
Perhaps the wind Wails so in Winter for the summer's dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.george eliot
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair The bees are stirring birds are on the wing And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind deine Blätter. Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, Nein, auch im Winter wenn es schneit, O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind deine Blätter.
Remember the rights of the savage, as we call him. Remember that the happiness of his humble home, remember that the sanctity of life in the hill villages of Afghanistan, among the Winter snows, is as inviolable in the eye of Almighty God as can be your own.
The years seemed to stretch before her like the land: spring, summer, autumn, Winter, spring; always the same patient fields, the patient little trees, the patient lives; always the same yearning; the same pulling at the chain — until the instinct to live had torn itself and bled and weakened for the last time, until the chain secured a dead woman, who might cautiously be released.willa cather
Mr Arbuthnot did not respond, but sat with a thin, weak smile, like Winter sunshine upon a coffin lid.simon hoggart
Thus in the Winter stands the lonely tree,Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:I cannot say what loves have come and gone,I only know that summer sang in meA little while, that in me sings no more.edna st. vincent millay
If the campaign is in summer the general must show himself greedy for his share of the sun and the heat, and in Winter for the cold and the frost, and in all labours for toil and fatigue. This will help to make him beloved of his followers.Xenophon
Late in the Winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I rarely left the house, spent quite a lot of time in bed, read the same book over and over, ate infrequently, and devoted quite a bit of my abundant free time to thinking about death.john green
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed Winter.czesław miłosz
Then sought out Envy in her dark abode, Defil'd with ropy gore and clots of blood: Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies, In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies, Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light Invades the Winter, or disturbs the night. ... She never smiles but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep, Restless in spite: while watchful to destroy, She pines and sickens at another's joy; Foe to her self, distressing and distrest, She bears her own tormentor in her breast.ovid
Beloved Scotland of the Winter and the hills! ’Tis little that thou’lt get from them, but they will make thee hard and brave!
Adam lay ibounden, Bounden in a bond; Four thousand Winter Thoght he not too long; And all was for an appil, An appil that he tok.
I came at morn 'twas spring, I smiled, The fields with green were clad; I walked abroad at noon, and lo! 'Twas summer, I was glad; I sate me down; 'twas autumn eve, And I with sadness wept; I laid me down at night, and then 'Twas Winter, and I slept.
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