When I had yet remained neglected in the world, when my honours were withered by the hand of poverty, when my blossoms appeared in the eyes of those who saw me of the most brown and wintery complexion, and, if your lordship will allow me to finish the metaphor, when I stank in their noses, it was then that your lordship remarked and distinguished me.

The body of snow on the ground, and the continuance of cold, give quite a wintery aspect to the landscape.

Wintery feeling and aspect. 25th.

And, while thou fillest thy lap with flowers, To make amends for wintery hours, The breeze, the sunshine, and the place, Shall from thy tender brow efface Each vestige of untimely care, That sour restraint had graven there; And on thy every look impress A more excelling childishness.

Caesar advanced with his immense army to Brundusium, on the opposite shore, in December, so that, in addition to the formidable resistance prepared for him by his enemy on the coast, he had to encounter the wild surges of the Adriatic, rolling perpetually in the dark and gloomy commotion always raised in such wide seas by wintery storms.

Barbara and I crawl away with no more spring or backbone in us than a couple of torpid, wintery flies.

It was all summer with her then, nor did she spoil the present by anticipation of the severities of a wintery day, for the work of grace was going on with her, and though her natural temper was lofty and violent, as appeared by her manner to Jacob on the occasion lately described, yet there was a higher principle imparted, which rendered these out-breakings every day more rare.

I. Breathers of wisdom won without a quest, Quaint uncouth dreamers, voices high and strange, Flutists of lands where beauty hath no change, And wintery grief is a forgotten guest, Sweet murmurers of everlasting rest, For whom glad days have ever yet to run, And moments are as æons, and the sun But ever sunken half-way toward the west.

The spaces of a white and wintery land Swept with the fire of sunset, all its width Vale, forest, town, and misty eminence, A miracle of color and of beauty.

Far off the village lamps begin to gleam, Fast drives the snow, and no man comes this way; The hills grow wintery white, and bleak winds moan About the naked uplands.