You start in April and cross to the time of May One has you as it leaves, one as it comes Since the edges of these months are yours and defer To you, either of them suits your praises. The Circus continues and the theatre's lauded palm, Let this song, too, join the Circus spectacle.
Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware.
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April; the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins; we could now endure the play-hour passed in the garden.
There is not any haunt of prophecy, Nor any old chimera of the grave, Neither the golden underground, nor isle Melodious, where spirits gat them home, Nor visionary south, nor cloudy palm Remote on heaven's hill, that has endured As April's green endures; or will endure Like her remembrance of awakened birds, Or her desire for June and evening, tipped By the consummation of the swallow's wings.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough.
January brings the snow / Makes your feet and fingers glow / February's ice and sleet / Freeze the toes right off your feet / Welcome March with wintry wind / Would thou wer't not so unkind / April brings the sweet spring showers / On and on for hours and hours.
I shine in tears like the sun in April.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
My little scam in April '85 went like this: Give me $50,000; here's some names of some people we've recruited.
Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
The aim of a joke is not to degrade the human being, but to remind him that he is already degraded.
So sweet love seemed that April morn, when first we kissed beside the thorn, so strangely sweet, it was not strange we thought that love could never change.
I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom, holiday tables under the trees.
Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
At the end of April I archived 'Curses' and Inform, and announced them on the newsgroups.
IN April 1882 my father died; and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
After I found April Barrows, I felt I had found a soul mate. Her stuff is exactly what I was looking for.
all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes
In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose an hour out of our lives. Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks Fly southward, back we turn the clocks, And so regain a lovely thing That missing hour we lost in spring.
The wind is tossing the lilacs, The new leaves laugh in the sun, And the petals fall on the orchard wall, But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April Is false to me in May.
When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now
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