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Snow elicits myriad reactions from those upon whose domain it falls. Folks plow it, shovel it, pack it into forts, shape it into balls, sled, ski, and snowboard on it. Some pour syrup on it to make a tasty treat, and children learn that no two flakes are exactly alike. Literature abounds with snow scenes, many beautiful, but many quite sinister. We've decided to see how much our readers know their literature by offering this little quiz. Match each excerpt with its origin.
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Here the snow was so pure that the tiny tracks of wood-animals had left on it intricate lace-like patterns, and the bluish cones caught in its surface stood out like ornaments of bronze.

2
He did not belong with himself any more, for even then he was out of himself, standing with the boys and looking at himself in the snow. It certainly was cold, was his thought.

3
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before I sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.

4
The hill was steep but the snow was powdery and soft, and he knew that this time there would be no ice, no fall, no pain. Inside his freezing body, his heart surged with hope.

5
That was where they walked up the sleigh-smoothed urine-yellowed road along the river with the steep pine hills, skis heavy on the shoulder, and where they ran that great run down the glacier above the Madlener-haus, the snow as smooth to see as cake frosting and as light as powder and he remembers the noiseless rush the speed made as you dropped down like a bird.

6
The snow was falling thickly and steadily, the green ice of the pool had vanished under a thick white blanket, and from where the little house stood in the center of the dam you could hardly see either bank.

7
We were given no food. We lived on snow; it took the place of bread.

8
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over,/ Snow swept the world from end to end./ A candle burned on the table;/ A candle burned.

9
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

10
Whose woods these are I think I know./ His house is in the village though;/ He will not see me stopping/ To watch his woods fill up with snow.