<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Snow - Maxioms.com</title><description>Quotes, Famous Quotes, Sayings, Proverbs, Maxims, Axioms, Maxioms</description><link>http://maxioms.com</link><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2026 Maxioms.com. All Rights Reserved.</copyright><item><title><![CDATA[But where are the snows of yester year? [Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56721]]></link><description><![CDATA[But where are the snows of yester year? [Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56721</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and earth below,  Over the housetops, over the street,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56722]]></link><description><![CDATA[Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow, Filling the sky and earth below,  Over the housetops, over the street,   Over the heads of the people you meet.    Dancing,     Flirting,      Skimming along.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56722</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke  To melt myself away ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56719]]></link><description><![CDATA[O that I were a mockery king of snow, Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke  To melt myself away in water drops!]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56719</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow,  Gloves as sweet as damask roses,  ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56720]]></link><description><![CDATA[Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as e'er was crow,  Gloves as sweet as damask roses,   Masks for faces and for noses,    Bugle bracelet, necklace amber,     Perfume for a lady's chamber,      Golden quoifs and stomachers       For my lads to give their dears,        Pins and poking-sticks of steel,         What maids lack from head to heel.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56720</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore  Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer   ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56713]]></link><description><![CDATA[Come, see the north-wind's masonry, Out of an unseen quarry evermore  Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer   Curves his white bastions with projected roof    Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.     Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work      So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he       For number or proportion.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56713</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,  Over the woodlands brown ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56714]]></link><description><![CDATA[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.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56714</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow? ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56715]]></link><description><![CDATA[Where's the snow That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56715</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Our Lady of the Snows. [Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.] ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56716]]></link><description><![CDATA[Our Lady of the Snows. [Lat., Notre Dames des Neiges.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56716</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. [Fr., Mais ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56717]]></link><description><![CDATA[But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet. [Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan? C'estoit le plus grand soucy qu'eust Villon, le poete parisien.]]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56717</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call  To train ten thousand ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56718]]></link><description><![CDATA[If but a dozen French Were there in arms, they would be as a call  To train ten thousand English to their side,   Or as a little snow, tumbled about,    Anon becomes a mountain.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56718</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sancta Maria ad Nives. ]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56708]]></link><description><![CDATA[Sancta Maria ad Nives.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56708</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[As I saw fair Chloris walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down,  As Jove, descending from his tow'r ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56709]]></link><description><![CDATA[As I saw fair Chloris walk alone, The feather'd snow came softly down,  As Jove, descending from his tow'r   To court her in a silver show'r.    The wanton snow flew to her breast,     As little birds into their nest;      But o'ercome with whiteness there,       For grief dissolv'd into a tear.        Thence falling on her garment hem,         To deck her, froze into a gem.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56709</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow,  White petals from the flowers ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56710]]></link><description><![CDATA[Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow,  White petals from the flowers that grow   In the cold atmosphere.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56710</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;  The fleecy ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56711]]></link><description><![CDATA[Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;  The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,   And shed their substance on the floating air.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56711</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,  Seems nowhere to ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56712]]></link><description><![CDATA[Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,  Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air   Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,    And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.     The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet      Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit       Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed        In a tumultuous privacy of storm.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/56712</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night  Whiter ...]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://maxioms.com/maxiom/52595]]></link><description><![CDATA[Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night  Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.]]></description><guid>http://maxioms.com/maxiom/52595</guid></item></channel></rss>