Dear Quote by Emma Lazarus

Wan February with weeping cheer, Whose cold hand guides the youngling year Down misty roads of mire and rime, Before thy pale and fitful…

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

Why, what's the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?

— William Shakespeare

“February Soup by Stewart Stafford The February fog, Turns all into blobs, Orange street lights, To Valentine's Night. When the wind strays, Fog's mantle…

— Stewart Stafford

The bitter winds in February were sometimes called the First East Winds, but the longing for spring somehow made them seem more piercing.

— Eiji Yoshikawa

The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.

— William C. Bryant

Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers…

— William C. Bryant

Spring scarce had greener fields to show than these Of mid September; through the still warm noon The rivulets ripple forth a gladder tune…

— Edward Dowden

'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The primroses are found. And…

— A. E. Housman

Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past; So fair the sky was and so soft…

— William Morris

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

— Bayard Taylor

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

— Susanna Kaysen

“The deeper I went into the valley, the greater the rewards. First, it was a clump of birches, the bottoms wrapped in thick fog,…

— Megan Rich