Age Quote by Helen Hunt Jackson

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are…

— John Clare

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by…

— William Shakespeare

“Days" Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch…

— Dinah Maria Murlock Craik

“Flowerlike, I loved nothing. from "Mayday on Holderness”

— Ted Hughes

Fair summer droops, droop men and beasts therefore: So fair a summer look for never more. All good things vanish, less than in a…

— Thomas Nashe

And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest…

— Lord Byron

“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and…

— Charles Dickens

And fairy month of waking mirth From whom our joys ensue Thou early gladder of the earth Thrice welcome here anew With thee the…

— John Clare

Somehow the bright beauty had gone from April afternoon and from her heart as well and the sad sweetness of remembering was as bitter…

— Margaret Mitchell

And she was fair as is the rose in May.

— Geoffrey Chaucer