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“Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.”

Earth Spring Singing Bird Woods Sunshine Showers Foliage Singing Birds

Author:William C. Bryant

“There are also in some places springs which have the peculiarity of giving fine singing voices to the natives, as at Tarsus in Magnesia and in other countries of that kind.”

Giving Kind Country Voice Fine Spring Singing Other Countries Magnesium

Author:Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

“anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did.”

Summer Spring Singing Towns Dancing Winter Dancer Autumn Bells Floating Spring Summer

Author:e. e. cummings

“Right now the day length is exactly the same as in spring when birds key into it and begin singing. The birds are a little confused by it all and the singing isn't very intense. It only lasts a week or so each fall, but it's still cool to hear spring bird songs at this time of the year.”

Years Littles Stills Lasts Song Fall Week Keys Right Now Spring Singing Bird Intense Confused Length Bird Song

Author:Craig Thompson

“April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats, and skipping ropes and bicycles and a thin new moon.”

Needs Streets Moon Spring Singing Bird Notes Coats Rope April Bicycle New Moon

Book:Necessary secrets: the journals of Elizabeth Smart

Source: Necessary secrets: the journals of Elizabeth Smart

“What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round.”

Source: Marjorie Daw and Other People

“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.”

Ifs Knows Mind War Done Care Lasts Night Sound White Gone Fire Tree Mankind Spring Singing Lows Bird Rain Smell Dawn Pool Fence Wire Frogs Whim Robins Plums Whistling

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“My father moved through theys of we, singing each new leaf out of each tree, (and every child was sure that spring danced when she heard my father sing).”

Children Father Heard Tree Spring Singing Moved Leafs

Book:Dienstags bei Morrie: Die Lehre eines Lebens

Source: Dienstags bei Morrie: Die Lehre eines Lebens

“Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting. Sometimes you hear a distant refrain. What does it mean, you ask, who is singing? A childlike sun grows warm. A grandson and a great-grandson are born. You are led by the hand once again. The names of the rivers remain with you. How endless those rivers seem! Your fields lie fallow, The city towers are not as they were. You stand at the threshold mute.”

“Harshness vanished. A sudden softness has replaced the meadows' wintry grey. Little rivulets of water changed their singing accents. Tendernesses, hesitantly, reach toward the earth from space, and country lanes are showing these unexpected subtle risings that find expression in the empty trees.”

Littles Country Earth Water Space Tree Changed Expression Spring Singing Empty Rising Unexpected Subtle Tenderness Accents Replaced Grey Lanes Meadows Softness Harshness

Author:Rainer Maria Rilke

“Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.”

Source: A Thousand Mornings: Poems

“Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beeches Fair and faint is woven mist, And the river's orient reaches Are the palest amethyst. Every limpid brook is singing Of the lure of April days; Every piney glen is ringing With the maddest roundelays. Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of L. M. Montgomery (Illustrated)

“For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.”

“The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses-showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back. Within the city's bounds the time of flowers Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day, Such as full often, for a few bright hours, Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May, Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom- And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.”