A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England. — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
But what would interest you about the brook, It's always cold in summer, warm in winter. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age. — John Dryden Copy Share Image
The Americans never walk. In winter too cold and in summer too hot. — Jack Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
