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“In spite of unseasonable wind, snow and unexpected weather of all sorts - a gardener still plants. And tends what they have planted ... believing that Spring will come.”

Believe Stills Morning Wind Spring Plant Snow Weather Spite Unexpected Bigotry Gardener

Author:Mary Anne Radmacher

“May is a pious fraud of the almanac A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind.”

May Real Wind Spring Snow Fraud Eastern Pious Parody Ghastly

Book:The poetical works of James Russell Lowell

Source: The poetical works of James Russell Lowell

“January brings the snow / Makes your feet and fingers glow / February's ice and sleet / Freeze the toes right off your feet / Welcome March with wintry wind / Would thou wer't not so unkind / April brings the sweet spring showers / On and on for hours and hours.”

Hours Feet Sweet Wind Spring Fingers Snow Welcome Ice March Showers Toes April Freeze January Unkind February Flanders Sleet

Author:Michael Flanders

“Snowstorms may yet whiten fields and gardens, high winds may howl about the trees and chimneys, but the little blue heralds persistently proclaim from the orchard and the garden that the spring procession has begun to move.”

May Littles Moving Tree Fields Wind Spring Garden Blue Howl Chimneys Orchard Procession Snowstorms

Book:Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

Source: Bird Neighbors: An Introductory Acquaintance with One Hundred and Fifty Birds Commonly Found in the Gardens, Meadows, and Woods about Our Homes

“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!”

Children Dies Dark Sky Cry Wind Spring Winter Arise March Stubborn Unseen Rushing Gloomy Bidding

Book:The Poems

Source: The Poems

“Now when the primrose makes a splendid show, And lilies face the March-winds in full blow, And humbler growths as moved with one desire Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire, Poor Robin is yet flowerless; but how gay With his red stalks upon this sunny day!”

Shows Faces Desire Growth Poor Wind Gay Spring Red Moved Blow Welcome March Splendid Sunny Lilies Stalking Robins Sunny Day Attire Welcome Spring

Book:Complete Poetical Works

Source: Complete Poetical Works

“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”

Together Song Heard Rocks Wind Spring Sunlight Cried Moonlight Liquid Shiver Thrush

Author:Elyne Mitchell

“My enduring feeling about René Lévesque is that if he had chosen to hang me, even as he tightened the rope round my neck, he would have complained about how humiliating it was for him to spring the trapdoor. And then, once I was swinging in the wind, he would blame my ghost for having obliged him to murder, thereby imposing a guilt trip on a sweet, self-effacing, downtrodden Francophone.”

Ifs Self Feelings Sweet Wind Spring Murder Blame Guilt Endure Rounds Ghost Chosen Necks Rope Obliged Imposing Humiliating Downtrodden Guilt Trip

Author:Mordecai Richler

“The bitter winds in February were sometimes called the First East Winds, but the longing for spring somehow made them seem more piercing.”

Firsts Made Sometimes Seems Wind Spring Longing East Bitter February Piercings

Author:Eiji Yoshikawa

“There was only - spring itself, the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere; in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive ... If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”

Ifs Should Light Known Sky Wind Spring Red Should Have Essence Clouds Warm Rising Sunshine Pale Sinking Restlessness Impulsive Prairie Should Have Known Blindfolds

Book:The Best of Willa Cather

Source: The Best of Willa Cather

“Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild, stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring.”

Art Names Speak Sun Land Wind Months Spring Praise Train Glad Passing Passings Welcome Thee Loud Gentle Glorious March Bleak Stormy

Author:William C. Bryant

“The peach-bud glows, the wild bee hums, and wind-flowers wave in graceful gladness.”

Wind Flower Spring Wave Bees Bud Gladness Peaches

Author:Lucy Larcom

“O the wind is a faun in the spring time When the ways are green for the tread of the May! List! hark his lay! Whist! mark his play! T-r-r-r-l! Hear how gay!”

Way May Play Wind Gay Spring Mark Green Lays Lists Spring Time Fauns

Author:Clinton Scollard

“A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.”

Men Generations Wind Spring Seasons Woods Cease Iliad

Author:Homer

“The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which he learns to sing; They are the wind, the harp is he, To voice their fitful melody,-- The language of their varying fate, Their pride, grief, love, ambition, hate,-- The talisman which holds inwrought The touchstone of the listener's thought; That penetrates each vain disguise, And brings his secret to his eyes.”

Source: The Poems

“Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, / Unseen, this colorless sky of folded showers, / And folded winds...”

Rich Sky Wind Spring Prophet Showers Unseen February Colorless

Book:Poems

Source: Poems

“Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.”

Thinking Way Heart Strong Wind My Heart Spring Winter Lips Iron Engaging Frozen Trumpets Surly Strong Winds

Author:William Alfred Quayle

“The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.”

Source: The Infinite Sea: The Second Book of the 5th Wave

“The human body is a machine that winds up its own springs: it is a living image of the perpetual motion.”

Humans Body Wind Spring Machines Perpetual Human Body Perpetual Motion

Author:Julien Offray de La Mettrie

“This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.”

Years Turns Hours Wind Terrible Waste Spring Winter Carrie Prophecy January Icy Departing

Book:Shirley and The Professor

Source: Shirley and The Professor

“When one has faith that the spring thaw will arrive, the winter winds seem to lose some of their punch.”

Seems Loses Wind Spring Winter Have Faith

Author:Robert Veninga

“Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.”

“The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.”

Men Past Lying Dies Stars Wind Spring Shots Blow Flight Autumn Bubbles Dew Forgetfulness Forgetful

Author:Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

“I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears.”

Way Morning Wind Cold Findings Spring Ears Noses March Clothings Sweeping Early Morning Piercings Yorkshire Cold Morning

Book:Every Living Thing

Source: Every Living Thing

“Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.”

Men Years Generations Tree Wind Spring Rounds Blow Bud

Book:The Iliad

Source: The Iliad

“Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.”

White Sky Wind Spring Blue Flying Poetry Is Yellow Tied Tails Silk Riddle Balloons Blue Sky Theorems Kites Handkerchiefs

Book:The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg

“A good quote is a beautiful inspirational spring branch in the reader's mind; it is a powerful propulsive force too, just like a wind! All men need winds!”

Men Needs Mind Beautiful Force Powerful Wind Reader Spring Branches Spring Inspirational

Author:Mehmet Murat Ildan

“Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.”

Long Faces Cities Wind Summer Spring England Shade June Comes And Goes County Louisiana New England Maple Wyoming

Author:Archibald MacLeish

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

Source: Hemingway's Paris

“It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.”

People Giving Earth Wind Spring Suicide Warm Smell Weather Delicate Spring Day Girl Interrupted

Book:Girl, Interrupted

Source: Girl, Interrupted

“you said Is there anything which is dead or alive more beautiful than my body,to have in your fingers (trembling ever so little)? Looking into your eyes Nothing,i said,except the air of spring smelling of never and forever. ....and through the lattice which moved as if a hand is touched by a hand(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly) Do you believe in always,the wind said to the rain I am too busy with my flowers to believe,the rain answered”

Ifs Believe Littles Said Body Hands Eye Beautiful Girl Forever Alive Air Wind Flower Spring Rain Moved Fingers Busy Breasts Touched Too Busy Trembling

Book:Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.”

Stars Air Fields Wind Spring Rivers Breaths Invisible Rising Valleys Twilight Flew Ponds Clovers

Book:A Sound of Thunder and Other Stories

Source: A Sound of Thunder and Other Stories

“As you get older, the heart shed its leaves like a tree. You cannot hold out against certain winds. Each day tears away a few more leaves; and then there are the storms that break off several branches at one go. And while nature’s greenery grows back again in the spring, that of the heart never grows back.”

Heart Certain Grows Break Tree Tears Wind Spring Storm Branches Each Day Shed Back Again Greenery Break Off

Author:Gustave Flaubert

“February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out.”

Writing Heart Shows Eye Earth Fall Black Race Tree Sadness Cry Tears Wind Six Spring Grieving Dry Wheels Bells Wet Shed Ink Falling Down Blackness February Puddles Pears Charcoal Haphazard Slush

Author:Boris Pasternak

“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”

Years Behinds Gone Fire Growing Sea Wind Hair Mountain Spring Shadow Red Rain Horse West Burning Smoke Hills Tall Harvest Corn Horns Glowing Riders Meadows Harps Helm Two Towers Rohan

Author:J. R. R. Tolkien

“Rain was coming down in sheets. I could hear it, on the concrete outside and on the old building above me. It creaked and swayed in the spring thunderstorm and the wind, timbers gently flexing, wise enough with age to give a little, rather than put up stubborn resistance until they broke. I could probably stand to learn something from that.”

Giving Littles Enough Age Wise Building Wind Spring Rain Resistance Broke Concrete Sheets Stubborn Timber Thunderstorm Old Buildings Flexing

Book:The Dresden Files Collection 1-6

Source: The Dresden Files Collection 1-6

“He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.”

Source: Daughter of the Forest: A Sevenwaters Novel 1

“Think of the sound you make when you let go after holding your breath for a very, very long time. Think of the gladdest sound you know: the sound of dawn on the first day of spring break, the sound of a bottle of Coke opening, the sound of a crowd cheering in your ears because you're coming down to the last part of a race--and you're ahead. Think of the sound of water over stones in a cold stream, and the sound of wind through green trees on a late May afternoon in Central Park. Think of the sound of a bus coming into the station carrying someone you love. Then put all those together.”

Source: The Wednesday Wars

“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.”

Men Earth Dies Generations Wind Spring Rounds Mortals Bud Iliad Timber Fate In The Iliad Rage From The Iliad Achilles Fate

Author:Homer

“It is no secret. All power is one in source and end, I think. Years and distances, stars and candles, water and wind and wizardry, the craft in a man's hand and the wisdom in a tree's root: they all arise together. My name, and yours, and the true name of the sun, or a spring of water, or an unborn child, all are syllables of the great word that is very slowly spoken by the shining of the stars. There is no other power. No other name.”

Thinking Men Years Children Ends Hands Together Names Stars Water Secret Sun Tree Wind Source Spring Roots Distance Shining Arise Crafts Candle Unborn Syllables Wizardry Unborn Child

Author:Ursula K. Le Guin

“I've just been playing the Trout Quintet on the phonograph. Listening to the andantino makes me want to be a trout myself. You can't help rejoicing and laughing, however moved or sad you feel, when you see the springtime clouds in the sky, the budding branches, moved by the wind, in the bright early sunlight. I'm really looking forward to the spring again. In that piece of Schubert's you can positively feel and smell the breeze and hear the birds and the whole of creation shouting for joy.”

“He had never liked October. Ever since he had first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But, it was a little different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years. There would be no spring. ("The October Game")”

“There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.”

Needs Mind Lasts Faces Song Wind Spring Blow Celebrate Hills Deliberate

Author:E. B. White

“I am a Stormdancer! Mere metal is nothing compared with the power of a storm." Kade made his voice boom and spread his arms wide. His eyes sparked with humor. "I. Am. Invincible." "Until a happy wind blows," I said. "Curse those sunny days." "The bane of your existence." "The scourge of society." "The downfall of decency." "And boring, too. Nothing like a good gale to put a spring in your step." Kade grinned.”

Made Said Eye Voice Existence Steps Wind Arms Spring Mere Blow Boring Spread Storm Wide Curse His Eyes Metals Decency Sunny Invincible Downfall Gale Bane Scourge Sunny Day Spring In Your Step

Book:Storm Glass

Source: Storm Glass

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.”

Ifs Knows May Stills Two Speak Know How Sun Middle Wind Months Spring Clouds Dare Warm March Frozen Chill April Springtime Two Months Arches Spring Poems April And Spring Spring Day

Book:North of Boston: poems

Source: North of Boston: poems

“...youth is only being in a way like it might be an animal. No, it is not just like being an animal so much as being like one of these malenky toys you viddy being sold in the streets, like little chellovecks made out of tin and with a spring inside and then a winding handle on the outside and you wind it up grrr grrr grrr and off it itties, like walking, O my brothers. But it itties in a straight line and bangs straight into things bang bang and it cannot help what it is doing. Being young is like being like one of these malenky machines.”

Way Littles Made Helping Might Young Lines Animal Streets Youth Brother Wind Walking Spring Machines Handle My Brother Toys Bangs Straight Lines And Off Tin Clockwork

Book:A Clockwork Orange

Source: A Clockwork Orange

“Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.”

Men Earth Dies Grows Generations Wind Spring Seasons Winter Blow Woods Down To Earth Spring Season

Author:Homer

“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)

“Come, I come! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountain with light and song: Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.”

May Long Light Earth Song Stars Steps Wind Birth Mountain Spring Green Opening Grass Violet April Springtime May Day Green Leaves

Book:Poetical works

Source: Poetical works

“O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)