April

Oh to be in EnglandIn England - now!

— April

Whan that Aprille with his shoures sooteOf which vertu engendred is the flour.

— April

April is the cruellest month, breedingA little life with dried tubers.

— April

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

— April

Of all the months that fill the yearWith sweet variety !

— April

Will you not come home, brother? you have been long away,Will you not come home, brother, home to us again?

— April

I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hillsBringing the springing grass and the soft warm April rain.

— April

If April showersThat bloom in May.

— April

April, April,Weep thy girlish tears!

— April

When April windsAnd silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

— April

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn And all poor April's charms are swept away.

— April

Every tear is answered by a blossom, April knows her own, and is content.

— April

Now the noisy winds are still;April's coming up the hill!

— April

The April winds are magical, To bachelors and dames.

— April

Oh, the lovely fickleness of an April day!

— April

Make me over, Mother April,To revive the days that were.

— April

For April sobs while these are so glad Playing with flowers, lost its way.

— April

The children with the streamlets sing, Laughs like a babe just roused from sleeping.

— April

I love the season well The coming on of storms.

— April

Sweet April! many a thought Life's golden fruit is shed.

— April

Sweet April-time—O cruel April-time!Of vanished springs, like flowers.

— April

The first of April, some do sayNor I, nor they themselves, do know.

— April

The lyric sound of laughter The mirth of daffodils.

— April

When well apparell'd April on the heelOf limping winter treads.

— April

When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trimHath put a spirit of youth in everything.

— April

Spongy April.

— April

Sweet April's tears,Dead on the hem of May

— April

A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, An April day in the morning.

— April

Sweet April showersDo bring May flowers.

— April

Again the blackbirds sing; the streamsThe tassels of the maple flowers.

— April