A dream has power to poison sleep.
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January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the transition from the bleakness of winter to the beauty of spring.
This quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley encapsulates the emotional progression through the months of late winter into early spring. It personifies each month as a character experiencing grief and sorrow until May arrives with renewal and beauty, symbolizing hope and the cyclical nature of life. It emphasizes the contrast between despair and the eventual joy that spring brings.
Themes
SpringNatureRenewalGriefBeauty
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be shared at a nature-themed gathering to celebrate the arrival of spring.
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I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
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