The nicest thing about the promise of spring is that sooner or later she'll have to keep it.
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Showing posts with label The Seasons Quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Seasons Quotes. Show all posts
The first day of spring was on...
The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for nature to follow. Now we just set the clocks an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.
~E. B. White~
The changing year's progressiv...
The changing year's progressive plan Proclaims mortality to man.
~Horace~
Now is the winter of our disco...
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York.
~William Shakespeare~
No Winter lasts forever, no Sp...
No Winter lasts forever, no Spring skips its turn. April is a promise that May is bound to keep, and we know it.
~Hal Borland~
May is a pious fraud of the al...
May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.
~James Russell Lowell~
Honest Winter, snow-clad, and ...
Honest Winter, snow-clad, and with the frosted beard, I can welcome not uncordially; But that long deferment of the calendar's promise, that weeping gloom of March and April, that bitter blast outraging the honour of May how often has it robbed me of heart and hope?
~George Gissing~
Autumn wins you best by this: ...
Autumn wins you best by this: its mute Appeal to sympathy for its decay.
~Robert Browning~
Autumn arrives in the early mo...
Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter's day.
~Elizabeth Bowen~
April, Comes like an idiot, ba...
April, Comes like an idiot, babbling, and strewing flowers.
~Edna St. Vincent Millay~
April is the cruellest month, ...
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with Spring rain.
~T. S. Eliot~
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