“Whither away, Bluebird, Whither away? The blast is chill, yet in the upper sky Thou still canst find the color of thy wing, The hue of May. Warbler, why speed, thy southern flight? ah, why, Thou, too, whose song first told us of the Spring? Whither away?” FirstsMayStillsSongSkyColorSpringWingsSpeedFlightSouthernChillBlastHueBluebird Book:Poetical works Source: Poetical works
“The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.” HeartTwoPlayTogetherJoySongSpringGoldMadLipsWeatherJoy Of LifeI Love HimFlutesNightingalesLarksBlackbirds Book:A Book of Verses Source: A Book of Verses
“Spring comes with joyous laugh, and song, and sunshine, and the burnt sacrifice of the over-ripe boot and the hoary overshoe. The cowboy and the new milch cow carol their roundelay. So does the veteran hen. The common egg of commerce begins to come forth into the market at a price where it can be secured with a step-ladder, and all nature seems tickled.” DoeSeemsSongCommonStepsLaughingSacrificeSpringSunshineEggsCowsBootsCommerceCowboyVeteranLaddersJoyousRipeSecuredCarolsHens Author:Edgar Wilson Nye
“Is there any sign of spring quite so welcome as the glint of the first bluebird unless it is his softly whistled song? No wonder the bird has become the symbol for happiness. Before the farmer begins to plough the wet earth, often while snow is still on the ground, this hardy little minstrel is making himself very much at home in our orchards and gardens while waiting for a mate to arrive from the South.” FirstsLittlesStillsHomeEarthSongWaitingWonderSpringBirdGardenSouthSnowWelcomeSymbolsFarmersMatesWetHardyOrchardBluebirdMinstrels Author:Neltje Blanchan
“Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.” StatesScienceSongUnitedSilenceBeautyMorningUnited StatesReturnSpringBirdAreasFilledSilentEnvironmentalPollutionEarly MorningSilent SpringEarly BirdBird Song Author:Rachel Carson
“Here, also, the future was cried aloud by the wind through the rocks, so that all those who heard would shiver, and then the liquid spring song of the thrush would make all the beauty of moonlight and sunlight blend together, making it true, so true, that happiness must come again” TogetherSongHeardRocksWindSpringSunlightCriedMoonlightLiquidShiverThrush Author:Elyne Mitchell
“Reviving Spring, a toast to thy fresh lips! Thy blush is music, and e'en heaven lurks In thy thick perfumed hair that hangs about Thy flowered shoulders like enchanted rain; Thy sigh is song and thy soft breath a balm, Dispelling death -- soft loosing his cold grip, Unravelling darkness in the heart of pain, As o'er dank waters rings the laugh of dawn.” HeartPainSongHeavenWaterDarknessLaughingHairColdSpringRainBreathsLipsRingsShouldersDawnThickSighToastsEnchantedDankDispelling Book:Cloudrifts at Twilight Source: Cloudrifts at Twilight
“I've always been a fan of the band setting. I've always been a believer in bands, and I've always been in bands. That's where my comfort zone is. So to stand outside of that, that was never my intention or goal. I never had the dream of, 'I'm gonna go into all these bands as a spring board for my solo work.' But life takes you on different journeys sometimes. I ended up playing a bunch of songs and some of them I really liked.” DifferentSometimesDreamSongGoalJourneyFansComfortBandSpringIntentionBelieverSettingBunchSettingsBoardsZoneSoloComfort ZoneStanding Out Author:Frank Iero
“I've always been a fan of melody and emotional melancholy, whether it was Rites of Spring or Tears for Fears or Neil Young. If I hear a song that has a sweet melody, I'm a sucker for it, whether it's Linkin Park or Little Richard.” IfsLittlesYoungSongFansTearsEmotionalSweetSpringParksMelodyMelancholySuckerRiteLinkin Park Author:Dave Grohl
“In spring more mortal singers than belong To any one place cover us with song. Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.” SongSpringSingersMortalsRobinsSparrowsBluebirdBlackbirdsThrush Book:The poetry of Robert Frost Source: The poetry of Robert Frost
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain
“Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.” ThinkingLightSongLostSoundMorningAliveAirTreeStreetsColdOne DaySpringWake UpRoseWinterHillsBitesMudFreezeCherriesRobinsTickCherry TreesBingoMorning AirCold Morning Author:Andrew Schneider