SPRING QUOTES II
quotations about spring
I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mounting lark, or in wandering through the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue?
GEORGE ELIOT
Adam Bede
Sweet spring is full of sweet days and roses; it is a box of variegated sweets.
GEORGE HERBERT
attributed, Day's Collacon
The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises,
The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
ARTHUR SYMONS
"The Coming of Spring"
Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
REGINALD HEBER
Hymn for Seventh Sunday after Trinity
Some other spring
I'll try to love
Now I still cling
To faded blossoms
Fresh from worn
Left chrushed and torn
Like the love affair I mourn
Some other spring
When twilight falls
Will the night bring
Another to me?
BILLIE HOLIDAY
"Some Other Spring"
Who that has trod the soul of dear old England, the island home of the sturdy and fearless Briton, in early spring, and seen all nature bursting into vernal bloom and beauty, but has felt the pure and holy rapture of a life hereafter, where we shall bloom again--of a never-ending immortality. The birds singing, the lambs bleating, the rooks busy in their noisy and elevated cities; the lark soaring and warbling between earth and heaven, and the thrush (the king of songsters) perched on the poplar top, pours forth such a stream of Divine melody, that the lesser feathered tribe in the hedge-rows, and on the hazel-twigs, cease for the time their endless ditties, and listen in wrapt silence to the monarch of warblers. The air filled with the scent of the wild violet, the primrose, the honeysuckle, and the hawthorn blossom; whilst that matchless little gem of flowers--the wild daisy--is seen far and near on hillock and meadow land. Ever and anon we hear the tinkling of the sheep-bells, as some poor ewe seeks for her stray lambs, with beating heart and anxious look whilst they, thoughtless little things, are skipping about with all the joy of the early morn of life in their baby existence, the very emblem and image of innocence and purity, quite unconscious of the pain and anxiety they are causing their fond mothers, whose hearts are yearning for their offspring. O Spring! emblem of fresh, of pure and happy childhood; when the morning of our lives was waking into sunny existence, without one cloud to darken the azure blue of the only sky we had as yet seen in the heavens above, or reflected on earth beneath. O! thrice happy season of youth, of hope, and of life!
T. AUGUSTUS FORBES LEITH
"On Spring", Short Essays
If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.
VICTOR HUGO
Les Misérables
I don't have time to build a suicide
Because the snowman melts in spring
MARILYN MANSON
"Suicide Snowman"
A little bird, he told me so
He said come on, get on the go
Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies
The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees
Spring makes my fever right
ELVIS PRESLEY
"Spring Fever"
Spring has come again. The earth is like a child who knows poems by heart.
RAINER MARIA RILKE
The Poetry of Rilke
Spring is strong and virtuous,
Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,
Quickening underneath the mould
Grains beyond the price of gold.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long midsummer day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
May-Day
Between tears and smiles, the year, like the child, struggles into the warmth of life. The old year--say what the chronologists will--lingers upon the very lap of spring, and is only fairly gone when the blossoms of April have strown their pall of glory upon his tomb, and the bluebirds have chanted his requiem.
DONALD G. MITCHELL
"Spring", Dream Life: A Fable of the Seasons
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.
WILLIAM COWPER
Tirocinium
Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart.
DIANE FROLOV & ANDREW SCHNEIDER
"Wake Up Call", Northern Exposure
Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring! -- the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! -- the gentle progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, -- gentle and yet irrepressible, -- which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Kavanagh: A Tale
Spring fever, Spring is here at last
Spring fever, my heart's beating fast
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
ELVIS PRESLEY
"Spring Fever"
Carve for me, O admirable artist, the pleasant cup of Spring.
ANACREON
"Ode XVIII", Odes
The sparkling spring draws every day new colors, new insects, new flowers, out of the earth.
JOHANN PAUL RICHTER
attributed, Day's Collacon
Under the gay and renovating influence of spring, nature renews her charter to her sons.
JOSEPH DENNIE
attributed, Day's Collacon
And look upon the laughing earth,
Where spring in careless play
Puts forth its fairest blossoms, but
To deck them with decay.
WILLIAM B. TAPPAN
"Beauty in the Grave"