Quotes on Spring Poems

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!

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

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

Break open_x000D_ _x000D_ A cherry tree_x000D_ _x000D_ And there are no flowers;_x000D_ _x000D_ But the spring breeze_x000D_ _x000D_ Brings forth myriad blossoms.

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.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orch-ard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear, it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

If we had not winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.

Life stands before me like an eternal spring with new and brilliant clothes.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

What is all this juice and all this joy?

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.