Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, a box where sweets compacted lie. — George Herbert Copy Share Image
You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and… — Haruki Murakami 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 Nashe 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
It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
