Quotes on March Poems

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

And Spring arose on the garden fair,_x000D_ _x000D_ Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;_x000D_ _x000D_ And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast_x000D_ _x000D_ rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

Indoors or out, no one relaxes _x000D_ In March, that month of wind and taxes, _x000D_ The wind will presently disappear, _x000D_ The taxes last us all the year.

God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.

April ... hath put a spirit of youth in everything.