SPRING QUOTES IV
quotations about spring
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearl'd;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!
ROBERT BROWNING
Pippa Passes
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Table-Talk
Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!
JAMES THOMSON
"Spring", The Seasons
People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born.
M. T. ANDERSON
Thirsty
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
DODIE SMITH
I Capture the Castle
It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.
DAVID LETTERMAN
Late Show with David Letterman, March 20, 2012
When soft May breezes fan the early woods,
And with her magic wand the blue-ey'd Spring
Quickens the swelling blossoms and the buds,
Then forth the russet partridge leads her brood,
While on the fallen tree-trunk drums her mate;
The quail her young in tangled thicket hides,
The dun deer with their fawns the forests range,
The wild-geese platoons hasten far in air;
The wild-ducks from their Southern lagoons pass,
And soaring high their Northwood journeying take;
The dusky coot along the coastline sweep;
The piping snipe and plover, that frequent
The sandy bars and beaches, wing their flight,
And all the grassy prairies of the West,
Teem with the speckled younglings of the grouse;
And all the budding forests and the streams
Are gay with beauty, joyous with young life.
ISAAC MCLELLAN
"Nature's Invitation"
Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips!
Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks
In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about
Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain;
Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm,
Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip,
Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain,
As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.
WILLIAM BATCHELDER GREENE
"Proem", Cloudrifts at Twilight
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
JOHN GALSWORTHY
The Forsyte Saga
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
ELIZABETH COHEN
The Hypothetical Girl
As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wind
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring
THE BEACH BOYS
"Their Hearts Were Full of Spring"
The trees are cloth'd with leaves, the fields with grass;
The blossoms blow; the birds on bushes sing;
And Nature has accomplish'd all the spring.
VIRGIL
Eclogues
Now 'tis the spring, and weeds are shallow-rooted;
Suffer them now, and they'll o'ergrow the garden,
And choke the herbs for want of husbandry.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Henry VI
Out of the city, far away
With Spring today!
Where copse tufted with primrose
Give me repose,
Wood-sorrel and wild violet
Soothe my soul's fret.
WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
"A Holiday"
In the Spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin's breast;
In the Spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest;
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove;
In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.
ALFRED TENNYSON
Locksley Hall
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
LEO TOLSTOY
Anna Karenina
All the henfolk are hatchin', while their menfolk are scratchin'
To ensure the survival of each brand new arrival
Each nest is twittering, they're all babysittering
Spring, spring, spring
FRED ASTAIRE
"Spring, Spring, Spring"
Spring is the season of hope.
LADY BLESSINGTON
attributed, Day's Collacon
O wind of spring, you are a stranger,
Why do you enter through the silken curtains of my bower?
LI BAI
"The Intruder"
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
ANNE BRADSTREET
Meditations Divine and Moral