In springtime, the only pretty ring time Birds sing, hey ding A-ding, a-ding Sweet lovers love the spring— — William Shakespeare 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
Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom. — Margaret Elizabeth Sangster Copy Share Image
April, April Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears. — William Watson Copy Share Image
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough. — A. E. Housman 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
An extra yawn one morning in the springtime, an extra snooze one night in the autumn is all that we ask in… — Winston Churchill Copy Share Image
“Rising through the winter fog, spring is already here. If I could have one wish come true, I would wish to live… — Bhuwan Thapaliya 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
Earth, my dearest, oh believe me, you no longer need your springtimes to win me over...Unspeakably, I have belonged to you, from… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Glory, glory, said the Bee, Hallelujah, said the Flea. Praise the Lord, remarked the Wren. At springtime all is born-again. — Eric Metaxas 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
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
My wretched feet, flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January, began to heal and subside under the gentler… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Just as I wonder whether it's going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can't explain why it moves my heart, why… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
“Poetry reveals to us the loveliness of nature, brings back the freshness of youthful feelings, reviews the relish of simple pleasures, keeps… — William Ellery Channing Copy Share Image
Autumn is the Sabbath of the year; the time to think of all the past: nature's calm twilight before the darkness. It… — Cunningham Geikie Copy Share Image
“The forest is quiet but I can still hear the sound of trickling water and the trees whispering to each other in… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the… — Yoshida Kenko Copy Share Image
Can man be so age-stricken that no faintest sunshine of his youth may re visit him once a year? It is impossible.… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step… — Felicia Hemans Copy Share Image
“She gazed out at the seductive vista. The countryside was dressed in its prettiest May garb- everything budding or blooming or bursting… — Paula Brackston Copy Share Image
“Whether we know it or not, we transmit the presence of everyone we have ever known, as though by being in each… — Natalie Goldberg Copy Share Image
“Spring comes into Massachusetts with her famous flame. God’s breath warming the winter out of things” — Sebastian Barry Copy Share Image
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime. — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale. — Roy Bean Copy Share Image
“If Springtime crawls out of the wild mouths of flowers, then surely, Winter crawls out of mine.” — Cecilia Llompart Copy Share Image
Where did Gabriel get a lily, In the month of March, When the green Is hardly seen On the early larch? — Grace James Copy Share Image
A light exists in Spring Not present in the year at any other period When March is scarcely here. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
That age is best which is the first When youth and blood are warmer. — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Winter's done, and April's in the skies, Earth, look up with laughter in your eyes! — Charles G.D. Roberts Copy Share Image
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon. -Mr. Vonnegut” — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“Flowers are always beautiful, but there is something unmatched about spring flowers—an awakening, a renewal that fills the air with surreal harmonies… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
