What did James Russell Lowell mean by: The stiff rails were softened to swan’s-down, and still fluttered down the snow. - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA Copy
+ Time makes ancient good uncouth. Feraz Zeid, July 20, 2023December 12, 2023, James Russell Lowell, Ancient, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ Pride and weakness are Siamese twins. Feraz Zeid, June 6, 2023December 12, 2023, James Russell Lowell, Pride, Twins, Weakness, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ That best academy, a mother’s knee. Feraz Zeid, June 17, 2023December 12, 2023, James Russell Lowell, Family, Mom, Mothers Day, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ To have greatly dreamed precludes low ends. Feraz Zeid, November 4, 2023December 26, 2023, James Russell Lowell, End, Lows, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ At the devil’s booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Russell Lowell, Cost, Devil, Gold, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Russell Lowell, Brain, Destiny, Scales, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ To make the common marvelous is the test of genius. Feraz Zeid, July 11, 2023December 12, 2023, James Russell Lowell, Common, Genius, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
+ Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, James Russell Lowell, Book, Mind, Reading, 0 - James Russell Lowell Poet · USA
During a warm winter rain … the basins of her collarbones collected water. - Jeffrey Eugenides Author
Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either - Jennifer Donnelly Author
But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. - François Rabelais Author · France
No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time. - Frank Bolles Author
Winter, a bad guest, sitteth with me at home; blue are my hands with his friendly handshaking Explain - Friedrich Nietzsche Philosopher · Germany
The Snow-drop, Winter’s timid child, Awakes to life, bedew’d with tears. - Mary Robinson Politician · Ireland
