December Quotes
(1 - 9 of 9)If cold December gave you birth,
The month of snow and ice and mirth,
Place on you more
If cold December gave you birth,
The month of snow and ice and mirth,
Place on you hand a Turquoise blue,
Success will bless whate'er you do.
Only the sea intoning,
Only the wainscot-mouse,
Only the wild wind moaning
Over the more
Only the sea intoning,
Only the wainscot-mouse,
Only the wild wind moaning
Over the lonely house.
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
When first the thoughtful more
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New England's strand,
When first the thoughtful and the free,
Our fathers, trod the desert land.
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
Nor from the perfect circle more
December drops no weak, relenting tear,
By our fond Summer sympathies ensnared,
Nor from the perfect circle of the year
Can even Winter's crystal gems be spared.
Shout now! The months with loud acclaim,
Take up the cry and send it forth;
May breathing more
Shout now! The months with loud acclaim,
Take up the cry and send it forth;
May breathing sweet her Spring perfumes,
November thundering from the North.
With hands upraised, as with one voice,
They join their notes in grand accord;
Hail to December! say they all,
It gave to Earth our Christ the Lord!
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer more
In a drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne'er remember
Apollo's summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
In cold December fragrant chaplets blow,
And heavy harvests nod beneath the snow.
When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave more
When we shall hear
The rain and wind beat dark December, how
In this our pinching cave shall we discourse
The freezing hours away?
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at more
The sun that brief December day
Rose cheerless over hills of gray,
And, darkly circled, gave at noon
A sadder light than waning moon.
