“Up rose the wild old winter-king, And shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hard-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, Northward o'er the sea, My daughter comes with sunny locks: This land's too warm for me!” FirstsHardYoungSeaLandRocksKingsDaughterRoseWinterWarmRingsSnowMy DaughterBellsLocksBeardSunnyIcy Author:Charles Godfrey Leland
“One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.” SeemsSoundResultsSilenceSeaFeetStrangeMarkWinterGhostSnowSubstanceAtmosphereSandCracksGarmentsEvokeWhisperingDisagreeableSpookyWinter Snow Book:Bleak House Source: Bleak House
“A mighty wind of resolution sets in strong upon him and freshens the whole atmosphere of his soul, sweeping down before it the light flakes of difficulty, till they vanish like snow upon the sea. He is imprisoned no more in a small compartment of time, but belongs to an eternity which is now and here. The isolation of his separate spirit passes away; and with the countless multitude of souls akin to God, he is but a wave of his unbounded deep. He is at one with Heaven, and hath found the secret place of the Almighty.” SoulWholeLightSpiritFoundStrongHeavenSecretSeaWindEternityDifficultyWaveSnowAtmosphereIsolationResolutionAlmightyMultitudesPassing AwaySweepingFlakesSecret PlacesMighty Wind Book:Endeavours after the Christian life: discourses Source: Endeavours after the Christian life: discourses
“We will enjoy ourselves with the forms that are given us: a human face, a hand, the breast of a woman or the body of a man, a glad or sorrowful expression, the infinite seas, the wild rocks, the melancholy language of the black trees in the snow, the wild strength of spring flowers and the heavy lethargy of a hot summer day when Pan, our old friend, sleeps and the ghosts of midday whisper. This alone is enough to make us forget the grief of the world, or to give it form.” MenWorldGivingHumansEnoughBodyHandsFacesFormLanguageGivenEnjoyBlackSleepForgetGriefTreeSeaRocksExpressionFlowerSummerSpringInfiniteHotHeavyGladGhostSnowBreastsMelancholyOld FriendsSorrowfulHuman FacesSummer DaysSpring FlowersLethargyHot Summer Author:Max Beckmann
“At Tara in this fateful hour, I place all Heaven with its power, And the sun with its brightness, And the snow with its whiteness, And the fire with all the strength it hath, And the lightning with its rapid wrath, And the winds with their swiftness along their path, And the sea with its deepness, And the rocks with their steepness, And the earth with its starkness: All these I place, By God's almighty help and grace Between myself and the powers of darkness!” HelpingEarthHeavenHoursDarknessSunPathFireGraceSeaRocksWindSnowLightningAlmightyWrathRapidsBrightnessWhitenessSwiftnessDeepness Author:Madeleine L'Engle
“He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might pursue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and watched the waves soughing in and out, but now he was heading away from the sea. "Think of me when you are in glorious sunshine." Soon the sun of the day of resurrection will shine on the bright paths where she awaits her poet. And beauty shall reign alone.” ThinkingChildrenMightSunPathSeaPoetShiningWaveStormSnowPursueDawnFallenGloriousSunshineResurrectionReignHeadingsHeedThink Of MeGlaciersRidgesShine OnSeashore Author:Halldór Laxness