SPRING QUOTES IV
quotations about spring
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
The budding and blooming of spring seem to belong properly to the opening of the months. It is the season of the quickest expansion, of the warmest blood, of the readiest growth; it is the boy-age of the year. The birds sing in chorus in the spring--just as children prattle; the brooks run full--like the overflow of young hearts; the showers drop easily--as young tears flow; and the whole sky is as capricious as the mind of a boy.
DONALD G. MITCHELL
"Spring", Dream Life: A Fable of 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
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
For thou, O Spring! canst renovate
All that high God did first create.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
May-Day
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
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"
Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!
JAMES THOMSON
"Spring", The Seasons
Spring is the season of hope.
LADY BLESSINGTON
attributed, Day's Collacon
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
O wind of spring, you are a stranger,
Why do you enter through the silken curtains of my bower?
LI BAI
"The Intruder"
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"
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"
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"
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
Spring is the time of plans and projects.
LEO TOLSTOY
Anna Karenina
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
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