
January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
striding a shadowy steed of snow. —
Edgar Fawcett

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow ... —
Robert Frost

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow —
Wallace Stevens

The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle that's curded by the frost from purest snow. —
William Shakespeare

Oh! where do fairies hide their heads, When snow lies on the hills, When frost has spoiled their mossy beds, And crystallized their rills? —
Thomas Haynes Bayly