April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.
She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: "Winter is dead.
Is the spring coming?" he said. "What is it like?"... "It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.
For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Now the noisy winds are still; April's coming up the hill! All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks of rain; Pit, pat, patter, clatter, Sudden sun and clatter patter!... All things ready with a will, April's coming up the hill!
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.
There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.
Spring is God's way of saying, 'One more time!'
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears.
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.
Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie.
Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.
It is only the farmer who faithfully plants seeds in the Spring, who reaps a harvest in the Autumn.
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.
In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.
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