The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs… — Thomas Malory Copy Share Image
Nothing is so beautiful as spring- When weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;... — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no… — Liberty Hyde Bailey Copy Share Image
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea. — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring.… — Edward Giobbi Copy Share Image
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers: Of April, May, or June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts,… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king; Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not… — Thomas Nash Copy Share Image
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know… — Hal Borland Copy Share Image
