Showing posts with label February. Show all posts
Showing posts with label February. Show all posts
Saturday, 1 February 2020
Friday, 1 February 2019
Thursday, 1 February 2018
Monday, 1 February 2016
Sunday, 1 February 2015
FEBRUARY
"Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Snowflakes
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow."
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Snowflakes
Saturday, 1 February 2014
FEBRUARY
"Why, what's the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?"
William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing
Labels:
February,
Much Ado About Nothing,
Poetry,
Shakespeare
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