Spring (season)

Is it so small a thing To have advanc'd true friends, and beat down baffling foes?

— Spring (season)

What does winter or autumn or spring or summer know of memory. They know nothing of memory. They know that seasons pass and return. They know that they are seasons. That they are time. And they know how to affirm themselves. And they know how to impose themselves. And they know how to maintain themselves, What does autumn know of summer. What sorrows do seasons have. None hate. None love. They just pass.

— Spring (season)

The year's at the spring, All's right with the world!

— Spring (season)

Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.

— Spring (season)

And we will know, we will pursue to know Jehovah. Like dawn, his going forth is firmly established. And he will come in like a pouring rain to us; like a spring rain that saturates [the] earth.

— Spring (season)

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring— The ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

— Spring (season)

Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king

— Spring (season)

The flowers anew returning seasons bring, But beauty faded has no second spring.

— Spring (season)

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day!

— Spring (season)

O Spring, of hope and love and youth and gladnessDisturbing not the leaves which are her winding sheet.

— Spring (season)

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

— Spring (season)

Dip down upon the northern shore, Delaying long; delay no more.

— Spring (season)

In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.

— Spring (season)

The boyhood of the year.

— Spring (season)

Come, gentle Spring; ethereal Mildness, come!

— Spring (season)

The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields, In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world.

— Spring (season)

Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace: Throws out the snowdrop and the crocus first.

— Spring (season)

Nunc omnis ager, nunc omnis parturit arbor;Nunc frondent sylvae, nunc formosissimus annus.

— Spring (season)

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, Enjoys the air it breathes.

— Spring (season)

As quickly as the ice vanishes when the Father unlooses the frost fetters and unwounds the icy ropes of the torrent.

— Spring (season)

Now Spring returns; but not to me returns And all the joys of life with health have flown.

— Spring (season)

Now Nature hangs her mantle green Out o'er the grassy lea.

— Spring (season)

And the spring comes slowly up this way.

— Spring (season)

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

— Spring (season)

If there comes a little thaw, "This is Spring."

— Spring (season)

Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly, Laugh, O murmuring Spring!

— Spring (season)

Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, Whence a smokeless incense breathes.

— Spring (season)

Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdure here The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.

— Spring (season)

Lo! where the rosy bosom'd Hours And wake the purple year.

— Spring (season)

When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.

— Spring (season)

The spring's already at the gate A flower-garden smiling.

— Spring (season)

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

— Spring (season)

I come, I come! ye have called me long, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.

— Spring (season)

Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, And all must die.

— Spring (season)

For surely in the blind deep-buried roots A secret quiver shoots.

— Spring (season)

They know who keep a broken tryst, We have not truly known the Spring.

— Spring (season)

All flowers of Spring are not May's own; The earliest violets always miss her.

— Spring (season)

And softly came the fair young queen For Spring is with us now.

— Spring (season)

The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, Shot through with golden thread.

— Spring (season)

Came the Spring with all its splendor, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.

— Spring (season)

Thus came the lovely spring with a rush of blossoms and music, Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with melodies vernal.

— Spring (season)

The holy spirit of the Spring Is working silently.

— Spring (season)

Awake! the morning shines, and the fresh field Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.

— Spring (season)

On many a green branch swinging, Green spread the meadow all around.

— Spring (season)

Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose, Ah whence and whither flown again, who knows?

— Spring (season)

Gentle Spring!—in sunshine clad, And thou,—thou makest the sad heart gay.

— Spring (season)

Hark! the hours are softly calling Scarcely yet begun.

— Spring (season)

I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, And crocus fires are kindling one by one.

— Spring (season)

There is no time like Spring, Along the trackless track.

— Spring (season)

Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads: And flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.

— Spring (season)

I sing the first green leaf upon the bough, The sap will flush the briar.

— Spring (season)

For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.

— Spring (season)

So forth issew'd the Seasons of the yeare: That, as some did him love, so others did him feare.

— Spring (season)

Now the hedged meads renew And my old love comes to meet me in the dawning and the dew.

— Spring (season)

It is the season now to go And two by two in fairyland.

— Spring (season)

O tender time that love thinks long to see, O mother-month, where have they hidden thee?

— Spring (season)

Once more the Heavenly Power The throstles too.

— Spring (season)

The bee buzz'd up in the heat, And the bee buzz'd down from the heat.

— Spring (season)

'Tis spring-tune on the eastern hills! And glimpses to the April day.

— Spring (season)

And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of spring, Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.

— Spring (season)

The Spring is here—the delicate footed May, In lovelier scenes to pass these sweeter hours.

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