Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half… — 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
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Judge not of actions by their mere effect; Dive to the center, and the cause detect. Great deeds from meanest springs may… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Hebe's here, May is here! The air is fresh and sunny; And the miser-bees are busy Hoarding golden honey. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
Sweet May hath come to love us, Flowers, trees, their blossoms don; And through the blue heavens above us The very clouds… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
May, queen of blossoms, And fulfilling flowers, With what pretty music Shall we charm the hours? Wilt thou have pipe and reed,… — Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow Copy Share Image
When May, with cowslip-braided locks, Walks through the land in green attire. And burns in meadow-grass the phlox His torch of purple… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time. — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
Primroses, the Spring may love them; Summer knows but little of them. — William Wordsworth 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
Oh! that we two were Maying Down the stream of the soft spring breeze; Like children with violets playing, In the shade… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
Ah! my heart is weary waiting, Waiting for the May: Waiting for the pleasant rambles Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles, Where the… — Denis Florence MacCarthy Copy Share Image
O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine! — Helen Hunt Jackson 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
The flowers of Spring may wither, the hope of Summer fade, The Autumn droop in Winter, the birds forsake the shade; The… — Reginald Heber Copy Share Image
Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. — Arthur Rubinstein Copy Share Image
All furnished, all in arms; All plum'd like estridges that with the wind Bated like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden… — William Shakespeare 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
