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- In the spring,
- at the end of the day,
- you should smell like dirt.
MARGARET ATWOOD, Woman's Day Magazine, Apr. 1, 2007
- Only to children children sing,
- Only to youth will spring be spring.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON, The Harp
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
ANNE BRADSTREET, Meditations Divine and Moral
- Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
- With sudden passion languishing,
- Teaching Barren moors to smile,
- Painting pictures mile on mile,
- Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths,
- Whence a smokeless incense breathes.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON, May-Day
Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
ROBIN WILLIAMS, Woman's Day Magazine, Apr. 1, 2007
- 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"
- 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
- For thou, O Spring! canst renovate
- All that high God did first create.
RALPH WALDO EMERSON, May-Day
- The clamours of spring are the same old delicate noises,
- The earth renews its magical youth at a breath.
ARTHUR SYMONS, "The Coming of Spring"
Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush.
DOUG LARSON, Woman's Day Magazine, Apr. 1, 2007
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