winter (n.)
winter (v.)
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.
For his bounty,
There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
That grew the more by reaping.
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.
Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
Frosty, but kindly.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,—
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year!
The world's great age begins anew,
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn.
In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude.
