There is no season such delight can bring, as summer, autumn, winter and the spring. — William Browne Copy Share Image
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You can't see Canada across lake Erie, but you know it's there. It's the same with spring. You have to have faith,… — Paul Fleischman Copy Share Image
Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March, that month of wind and taxes, the wind will presently disappear, the taxes last… — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough. — A. E. Housman Copy Share Image
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers… — Julian Grenfell Copy Share Image
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. It is not much matter if things do not turn out well. — Charles Dudley Warner Copy Share Image
That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ. And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it. — Winifred Mary Letts Copy Share Image
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April… — Harriet Elizabeth Prescott Spofford Copy Share Image
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Now the noisy winds are still; April's coming up the hill! All the spring is in her train, Led by shining ranks… — Mary Mapes Dodge Copy Share Image
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears. — William Watson Copy Share Image
It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into… — Helen Hayes Copy Share Image
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. — Christopher Morley Copy Share Image
Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
I have seen the Lady April bringing the daffodils, Bringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain. — John Masefield Copy Share Image
