Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils. — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
Young playmates of the rose and daffodil, Be careful ere ye enter in, to fill Your baskets high With fennel green, and… — John Keats Copy Share Image
You have to do something. If you do something, you become somebody. Even a daffodil does something, has a profession. It gives… — Stella Adler Copy Share Image
It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills. — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
To this day I cannot see a bright daffodil, a proud gladiola, or a smooth eggplant without thinking of Papa. Like his… — Leo Buscaglia Copy Share Image
I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill Such a bright gold under my windowsill! Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still?… — Celia Thaxter Copy Share Image
“The very sight of a daffodil still makes me shiver, because spring in the north of England is always so bitter.” — Bea Davenport Copy Share Image
Dogwoods are great optimists. Daffodils wait and see, crouching firmly underground just in case spring doesn't come this year, but dogwoods have… — Barbara Holland Copy Share Image
When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds, daffodils and thrushes; as little… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are in my… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
Today is the day when bold kites fly, When cumulus clouds roar across the sky. When robins return, when children cheer, When… — Robert McCracken Copy Share Image
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh! the doxy, over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“That's old Twoflower, Rincewind thought. It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate beauty, he just appreciates it in his own way. I mean,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil… — Elizabeth Wein Copy Share Image
Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in… — Don McLean Copy Share Image
April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
Poets have tried to describe Ankh-Morpork. They have failed. Perhaps it's the sheer zestful vitality of the place, or maybe it's just… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Do you know, we're right underneath Springtime Parish? This place is the opposite of springtime. Everything past prime, boarded up for the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
O Prosperina, For the flowers now that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon; daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
