“Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!”
Part II, line 115–124
Pleasures of Hope (1799)
Context: Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world, and tempest-troubled deep!
Though boundless snows the withered heath deform,
And the dim sun scarce wanders through the storm,
Yet shall the smile of social love repay,
With mental light, the melancholy day!
And, when its short and sullen noon is o'er,
The ice-chained waters slumbering on the shore,
How bright the fagots in his little hall
Blaze on the hearth, and warm the pictured wall!
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Yane Sandanski. Letter to the Greeks printed in a newspaper, cited in: Bulgarian Review, Vol. 7-11, (1967). p. 37
“Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
Source: Tess of the D'Urbervilles
“All shall be well, I'm telling you, let the winter come and go
All shall be well again, I know.”
Julian of Norwich (1983)
“The end of the tempest and the long trouble is not yet.”
Under Fire (1916), Ch. 24 - The Dawn
Context: "When all men have made themselves equal, we shall be forced to unite."
"And there'll no longer be appalling things done in the face of heaven by thirty million men who don't wish them."
It is true, and there is nothing to reply to it. What pretended argument or shadow of an answer dare one oppose to it — "There'll no longer be the things done in the face of heaven by thirty millions of men who don't want to do them!"
Such is the logic that I hear and follow of the words, spoken by these pitiful fellows cast upon the field of affliction, the words which spring from their bruises and pains, the words which bleed from them.
Now, the sky is all overcast. Low down it is armored in steely blue by great clouds. Above, in a weakly luminous silvering, it is crossed by enormous sweepings of wet mist. The weather is worsening, and more rain on the way. The end of the tempest and the long trouble is not yet.
“Yes, let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.”
Source: The Works of Aretino: Biography: de Sanctis. The letters, 1926, p. 143
The Art of Dying ( osho.com http://www.osho.com/online-library-allow-silences-joke-5f0b06d0-61e.aspx; retrieved August 2012), Chapter 6, 14.
The Art of Dying
“Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.”
Source: Raven's Shadow