SPRING QUOTES III
quotations about spring
A little bird, he told me so
He said come on, get on the go
Open your eyes the sky is full of butterflies
The blossoms on the trees stir up the honey bees
Spring makes my fever right
ELVIS PRESLEY
"Spring Fever"
All things seem mention of themselves
And the names which stem from them branch out to other referents.
Hugely, spring exists again.
JOHN ASHBERY
"Grand Galop"
Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!
JAMES THOMSON
"Spring", The Seasons
Spring is strong and virtuous,
Broad-sowing, cheerful, plenteous,
Quickening underneath the mould
Grains beyond the price of gold.
So deep and large her bounties are,
That one broad, long midsummer day
Shall to the planet overpay
The ravage of a year of war.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON
May-Day
Every April God rewrites the Book of Genesis.
AUSTIN O'MALLEY
Keystones of Thought
When soft May breezes fan the early woods,
And with her magic wand the blue-ey'd Spring
Quickens the swelling blossoms and the buds,
Then forth the russet partridge leads her brood,
While on the fallen tree-trunk drums her mate;
The quail her young in tangled thicket hides,
The dun deer with their fawns the forests range,
The wild-geese platoons hasten far in air;
The wild-ducks from their Southern lagoons pass,
And soaring high their Northwood journeying take;
The dusky coot along the coastline sweep;
The piping snipe and plover, that frequent
The sandy bars and beaches, wing their flight,
And all the grassy prairies of the West,
Teem with the speckled younglings of the grouse;
And all the budding forests and the streams
Are gay with beauty, joyous with young life.
ISAAC MCLELLAN
"Nature's Invitation"
I come, I come! ye have called me long,
I come o'er the mountain with light and song:
Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth,
By the winds which tell of the violet's birth,
By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass,
By the green leaves, opening as I pass.
FELICIA HEMANS
Voice of Spring
People talk about the beauty of the spring, but I can't see it. The trees are brown and bare, slimy with rain. Some are crawling with new purple hairs. And the buds are bulging like tumorous acne, and I can tell that something wet, and soft, and cold, and misshapen is about to be born.
M. T. ANDERSON
Thirsty
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
CHARLES DICKENS
Great Expectations
Spring fever, Spring is here at last
Spring fever, my heart's beating fast
Get up, get out spring is everywhere
ELVIS PRESLEY
"Spring Fever"
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
ELIZABETH COHEN
The Hypothetical Girl
The snow has not yet left the earth, but spring is already asking to enter your heart.
ANTON CHEKHOV
The Exclamation Mark
It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.
DAVID LETTERMAN
Late Show with David Letterman, March 20, 2012
The spring is a lively emblem of the Resurrection.
ANNE BRADSTREET
Meditations Divine and Moral
The budding and blooming of spring seem to belong properly to the opening of the months. It is the season of the quickest expansion, of the warmest blood, of the readiest growth; it is the boy-age of the year. The birds sing in chorus in the spring--just as children prattle; the brooks run full--like the overflow of young hearts; the showers drop easily--as young tears flow; and the whole sky is as capricious as the mind of a boy.
DONALD G. MITCHELL
"Spring", Dream Life: A Fable of the Seasons
It's Spring again
I can hear the birds sing again
See the flowers start to bud
See young people fall in love
LOU RAWLS
"Spring Again"
Don't you know what that is? 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 what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
MARK TWAIN
Tom Sawyer, Detective
Spring is the season of hope.
LADY BLESSINGTON
attributed, Day's Collacon
Spring is the rutting season of mankind.
ABRAHAM MILLER
Unmoral Maxims
Ah, how wonderful is the advent of spring! -- the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches! -- the gentle progression and growth of herbs, flowers, trees, -- gentle and yet irrepressible, -- which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love, that wins its way and cannot be withstood by any human power, because itself is divine power. If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Kavanagh: A Tale