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 O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
 The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
  Deep-founded read more 
 O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
 The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
  Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
   Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car. 
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare read more
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
 The frost performs its secret ministry,
 Unhelped by any wind.  
 The frost performs its secret ministry,
 Unhelped by any wind. 
 Look! the massy trunks
 Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,
  Nodding and tinkling in read more 
 Look! the massy trunks
 Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,
  Nodding and tinkling in the breath of heaven,
   Is studded with its trembling water-drops,
    That glimmer with an amethystine light. 
I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my read more
I grew up in New Hampshire. My closest neighbor was a mile away. The deer and the raccoons were my friends. So I would spend time walking through the woods, looking for the most beautiful tropical thing that can survive the winter in the woods in New Hampshire.
 Over the river and through the wood,
 To grandfather's house we go;
  The horse knows the way
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 Over the river and through the wood,
 To grandfather's house we go;
  The horse knows the way
   To carry the sleigh,
    Through the white and drifted snow. 
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for read more
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
 Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale 
and shabby, old and sullen.  
 Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale 
and shabby, old and sullen. 
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
 Has wrought a silence.  
 On a lone winter evening, when the frost
 Has wrought a silence.