precipitation in the form of ice crystal flakes
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Snow is a form of precipitation consisting of crystalline water ice that falls as small flakes from clouds.

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A little snow, tumbled about, anon becomes a mountain.
William Shakespeare
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Peder Mørk Mønsted, "Winter Sun in the Engadin" (1914)
  • When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
    In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
    Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
    Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.
  • But pleasures are like poppies spread—
    You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
    Or like the snow falls in the river—
    A moment white—then melts forever.
  • The Hyla breed
    That shouted in the mist a month ago,
    Like ghost of sleigh-bells in a ghost of snow.
  • The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree

    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.

  • If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
    Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
    I'm not the one for putting off the proof.
    Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
    And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
    And blind me to a standstill if it must.
  • But he sent her Good-by,
    And said to be good,
    And wear her red hood,
    And look for skunk tracks
    In the snow with an ax —
    And do everything!
  • The snow was getting so deep they could hardly drag their little legs through it, and the trees were thicker and more like each other than ever. There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and worst of all, no way out.
  • My! it was fine, coming through the snow as the red sun was rising and showing against the black tree trunks! As you went along in the stillness, every now and then masses of snow slid off the branches suddenly with a flop! making you jump and run for cover. Snow castles and snow caverns had sprung up out of nowhere in the night-and snow bridges, terraces, ramparts-I could have stayed and played with them for hours.
  • Then, on the silence of the snows there lay
    A Sabbath's quiet sunshine,—and its bell
    Filled the hushed air awhile, with lonely sway;
    For the stream's voice was chained by Winter's spell,
    The deep wood-sounds had ceased.
    • Felicia Hemans, The League of the Alps, or the Meeting on the Field of Grütli (1826)
  • 琴詩酒友皆抛我 雪月花時最憶君
    • Friends on pipa, poetry and drinking, all of them cast me away. When I see the snow, the moon or blossoms, I long for you deeply.
    • Bai Juyi (772 - 846),「寄殷律協」.
  • 国境のトンネルを越えると雪国であった。夜の底が白くなった。
  • Huey: Days like this, I look out at all the snow and think. Man, this is beautiful
    Then I wonder – is it really beautiful, or have we just been conditioned to think of everything “white” as beautiful? Is my mind, perhaps, not as liberated from the slave mentality as I thought?
    Then I think, what if snow were brown? Would I find it as nice to look at, or would it look “dirty”? Is this indicative that somewhere within my subconscious lurks some heretofore undiscovered self-hate?
  • ...the wind had dropped, and the snow, tired of rushing around in circles trying to catch itself up, now fluttered gently down until it found a place on which to rest, and sometimes the place was Pooh's nose and sometimes it wasn't and in a little while Piglet was wearing a white muffler round his neck and feeling more snowy behind the ears than he had ever felt before.
  • Snow forms mainly when water vapor turns to ice without going through the liquid stage. This process is called deposition. Snow can form in the gentle updrafts of stratus clouds or at high altitudes in very cold regions of a thunderstorm. Snowflakes that most of us are used to seeing are not individual snow crystals, but are actually aggregates, or collections, of snow crystals that stick or otherwise attach to each other. Aggregates can grow to very large sizes compared to individual snow crystals.
  • In the bleak mid-winter
    Frosty wind made moan,
    Earth stood hard as iron,
    Water like a stone;
    Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
    Snow on snow,
    In the bleak mid-winter
    Long ago.

Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations edit

Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 723.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • 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.
  • Where's the snow
    That fell the year that's fled—where's the snow?
  • Notre Dame des Neiges.
  • Sancta Maria ad Nives.
    • Name of the basilica dedicated to Our Lady, now known as Santa Maria Maggiora. Many Catholic churches so called after the famous legend.
  • 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.
    • On Chloris walking in the Snow. In Wit's Recreations. J. C. Hotten's reprint, p. 308. (1640).
  • Mais où sont les neiges d'antan? C'estoit le plus grand soucy qu'eust Villon, le poëte parisien.
    • But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
    • François Rabelais, Pantagruel (1532), Chapter XIV.
  • O that I were a mockery king of snow,
    Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke,
    To melt myself away in water drops!
  • Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
    • But where are the snows of yester year?
    • François Villon, Ballade des Dames du Temps Jadis.
  • O the snow, the beautiful snow,
    Filling the sky and earth below;
    Over the house-tops, over the street,
    Over the heads of the people you meet,
    Dancing, flirting, skimming along.

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