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
Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death,… — Ludwig Borne Copy Share Image
I have walked this south stream when to believe in spring was an act of faith. It was spitting snow and blowing,… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
In the springtime, we have softshell crab from Maryland, which I'd never had until I came to America. In the summer and… — Daniel Boulud Copy Share Image
Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Many animals even now spring out of the soil, Coalescing from the rains and the heat of the sun. Small wonder, then,… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to… — Emily Dickinson 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
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich 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
No days such honored days as these! While yet Fair Aphrodite reigned, men seeking wide For some fair thing which should forever… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,… — William Wordsworth 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
Then by the springtime, you'll see us moving an effort to cut taxes for working families, small businesses and family farms to… — Mike Pence Copy Share Image
After the last two years of springtime gas price spikes, nearly everyone in Southeast Wisconsin understands that something is wrong with our… — Jim Sensenbrenner Copy Share Image
When an almond tree became covered with blossoms in the heart of winter, all the trees around it began to jeer. 'What… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
Springtime is at hand. When will you ever bloom, if not here and now? — Angelus Silesius Copy Share Image
“Did I live the spring I’d sought? It’s true in joy, I walked along, took part in dance, and sang the song.… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Kitchens have their seasons. And in this subterranean world, hidden from rainstorms and eager winds, is a world of wheat, wine and… — Caroline Eden Copy Share Image
Seventy-five years. That's how much time you get if you're lucky. Seventy-five years. Seventy-five winters, seventy-five springtimes, seventy-five summers, and seventy-five autumns.… — Eddie Murphy 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
When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain Like holy water falls upon the plain, 'Tis sweet to gaze upon the… — Francis Ledwidge 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
