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Months-March: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

March. March. Its tree, Juniper. Its stone, Bloodstone. Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger." Old Saying. 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.— BRYANT — March.

The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. C.— BRYANT — March.

The hazel-blooms, in threads of crimson hue, Peep through the swelling buds, foretelling Spring, Ere yet a white-thorn leaf appears in view, Or March finds throstles pleased enough to sing.— CLARE — The Rural Muse. First Sight

of Spring. March! A cloudy stream is flowing, And a hard, steel blast is blowing; Bitterer now than I remember Ever to have felt or seen, In the depths of drear December, When the white doth hide the green.— BARRY CORNWALL — March, April, May.

Ah, March! we know thou art Kind-hearted, spite of ugly looks and threats, And, out of sight, art nursing April's violets!— HELEN HUNT JACKSON — Verses.

Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain, Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.— WILLIAM MORRIS — March. St. 1.

The ides of March are come. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 1. In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand,— SWINBURNE — Four Songs of Four Seasons. St. 11.