Quotes
Quotes about Snow
Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet's pages.
The cold blast at the casement beats;
The window-panes are white;
The snow whirls through the empty streets;
It is a dreary night!
For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
Like streams that keep a summer mind
Snow-hid in Jenooary.
The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow
Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below.
Yon deep bark goes
Where Traffic blows
From lands of sun to lands of snows;--
Yon happier one,
Its course is run
From lands of snow to lands of sun.
He who died at Azan sends
This to comfort all his friends:--
Faithful friends! It lies I know
Pale and white and cold as snow;
And ye say, ‘Abdallah's dead!'
Weeping at the feet and head.
I can see your falling tears,
I can hear your sighs and prayers;
Yet I smile and whisper this:
I am not the thing you kiss.
Cease your tears and let it lie;
It was mine--it is not I.
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round,
For lo! 't is Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And Love revives again.
Probable nor'-east to sou'-west winds, varying to the southard and westard and eastard and points between; high and low barometer, sweeping round from place to place; probable areas of rain, snow, hail, and drought, succeeded or preceded by earthquakes with thunder and lightning.
Whenever a snowflake leaves the sky,
It turns and turns to say "Good-by!
Good-by, dear clouds, so cool and gray!"
Then lightly travels on its way.
But when a snowflake, brave and meek,
Lights on a rosy maiden's cheek,
It starts--"How warm and soft the day!"
"'T is summer!" and it melts away.
Never yet was a springtime,
Late though lingered the snow,
That the sap stirred not at the whisper
Of the southwind, sweet and low;
Never yet was a springtime
When the buds forgot to blow.
She smiled, and the shadows departed;
She shone, and the snows were rain;
And he who was frozen-hearted
Bloomed up into love again.
Gather leaves and grasses,
Love, to-day;
For the Autumn passes
Soon away.
Chilling winds are blowing.
It will soon be snowing.
Ah, we fondly cherish
Faded things
That had better perish.
Memory clings
To each leaf it saves.
Chilly winds are blowing.
It will soon be snowing
On our graves.
? John Bartlett, compThe splendor of Silence,--of snow-jeweled hills and of ice.
On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
As down he bears before the gale.
Those cherries fairly do enclose
Of orient pearl a double row;
Which when her lovely laughter shows,
They look like rosebuds filled with snow.
Where are the snows of last year?
Self, selves - why not have "selve" as a verb? If a thing "selves" it speaks itself, says what it is. A bell selves, so does a snowstorm. When a thing selves it shows its "sakes", its individual marks: a bird's plumage, a bell's harmonics
Nature is full of Genius, full of Divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.
Fenderberg: Deposit on the inside of a car fender after a snowstorm.
Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.
Each snowflake in an avalanche pleads not guilty.
Courage is not the towering oak that sees storms come and go; it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.
