Icy Quotes - Page 7

Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night, While the stars that oversprinkle All the Heavens seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells-- From the jingling and the tingling of the bells.

Edgar Allan Poe

Stars, Night, Air

"The Bells" l. 6 (1849)

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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!

Charles Godfrey Leland

Daughter, Kings, Winter

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In this world men struggle and suffer vainly, finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to wander cheerlessly throughout eternity.

Robert E. Howard

Struggle, Men, Clouds

Robert E. Howard (2016). “CONAN THE BARBARIAN SERIES – Complete Collection (Fantasy & Action-Adventure Classics): Pre-historic world of dark magic and savagery - 20 books about the Cimmerian Barbarian, Thief, Pirate and Eventual King of Aquilonia During the pre-Ice Age, Hyborian Age, Featuring a Poem and an Essay”, p.192, e-artnow

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But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.

Saadat Hasan Manto

Beautiful, Summer, Winter

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Soon as the thund-ah enters my lungs-ah I start gettin hungry wheres that balogna Crackers and cheese zuzus and whams Icy white honey bun ooohh there I am Go an light another one constantly smokin' Turn up a 45 drankin and chokin Start smokin weed real young with my peers So full of dope smoke comin out my ears

Project Pat

Weed, Real, Dope

Song: Smokin' Out

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That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

John J. Geddes

Reflection, Fire, Glasses

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I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry - eating in late September.

Galway Kinnell

Art, Fall, Knowing

Galway Kinnell (2001). “A New Selected Poems”, p.97, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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...when the words pour out of you just right, you understand that these sentences are all part of a river flowing out of your own distant, hidden ranges, and all words become the dissolving snow that feeds your mountain streams forever. The language locks itself in the icy slopes of our own high passes, and it is up to us, the writers, to melt the glaciers within us. When these glaciers break off, we get to call them novels, the changelings of our burning spirits, our life's work.

Pat Conroy

Break Off, Rivers, Snow

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Poems infatuated with their own smarts and detached from any emotional grounding can leave the reader feeling lonely, empty and ashamed for having expected more. Like icy adolescents, such poetry is more interested in commiserating than acknowledging that feelings — the sentiments that make us susceptible to sentimentality — actually exist.

Tracy K. Smith

Lonely, Smart, Emotional

"Wipe That Smirk Off Your Poem". www.nytimes.com. March 16, 2015.

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A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

Robert Frost

Life, Attitude, Memorial

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