More quotations tagged with “winter”
Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me… Here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather.
—William Shakespeare
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
—William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man's ingratitude.
—William Shakespeare
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 Shakespeare
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 Cowper