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- Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh, Through the white and drifted snow.
- Lydia M. Child, Flowers for Children--Thanksgiving Day
- O Winter! ruler of the inverted year, . . . I crown thee king of intimate delights, Fireside enjoyments, home-born happiness, And all the comforts that the lowly roof Of undisturb'd Retirement, and the hours Of long uninterrupted evening, know.
- William Cowper (1731 - 1800), Task (bk. IV, l. 120)
- There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes--
- Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), No. 258
- 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), Saint's Tragedy (act III, sc. 1)
- 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), A Christmas Carol
- It's in the homes of spiteful old widows that one finds such cleanliness.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821 - 1881), Crime & Punishment, Chapter 1
- The intelligent man is one who has successfully fulfilled many accomplishments, and is yet willing to learn more.
- Ed Parker
- Politicians should read science fiction, not westerns and detective stories.
- Arthur C. Clarke (1917 - )
- There's a lot to be said for self-delusionment when it comes to matters of the heart.
- Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, First Snow, 1993
- I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.
- Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867)
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