O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!
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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.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote beautifully describes the gentle and serene descent of snow from the sky.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow paints a vivid picture of snow falling from the sky in a soft, slow, and silent manner. The imagery evokes a sense of tranquility and the beauty of nature, capturing the essence of winter as it blankets the earth in calmness.
Themes
SnowNatureWinterTranquilityBeautySerenity
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a winter-themed poetry reading.
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