SPRING QUOTES IV
quotations about spring
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
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
For thou, O Spring! canst renovate
All that high God did first create.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
May-Day
Come Next Spring
When all the world is new
And fresh
And green
And fair
Then I'll come home
And I'll carry in my heart
Just one prayer
That I'll find you
Still waiting for my arms
We'll meet
We'll kiss
We'll cling
And then once more
Love will blossom as before
Come
Come on next spring
SCOTT WALKER
"Come Next Spring"
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
I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.
DODIE SMITH
I Capture the Castle
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"
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
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
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
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
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"
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
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
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"
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
LEO TOLSTOY
Anna Karenina
Spring is the season of hope.
LADY BLESSINGTON
attributed, Day's Collacon
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"
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