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SEASONS (THE). January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps-but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.— SHELLEY — Dirge for the Year. St. 4.
Ah! well away! Seasons flower and fade.— TENNYSON — Every Day hath its Night.
Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.— BURNS — Lament of Mary Queen of Scots.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.— COLERIDGE — Christabel. Pt. I.
Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.— COWPER — Tirocinium. L. 43.
P. If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than the ground below, Dribbles down a marshy flood; Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing, "This is Spring."— C. P. CRANCH — A Spring Growl.
Starred forget-me-nots smile sweetly, Ring, blue-bells, ring! Winning eye and heart completely, Sing, robin, sing! All among the reeds and rushes, Where the brook its music hushes, Bright the calopogon blushes, - Laugh, O murmuring Spring!— SARAH F. DAVIS — Summer Song.
540 SEASONS (THE)-SPRING. Daughter of heaven and earth, coy Spring, With sudden passion languishing, Teaching barren moors to smile, Painting pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup of cowslip wreaths Whence a smokeless incense breathes.— EMERSON — May Day. St. 1.
Eternal Spring, with smiling Verdure here Warms the mild Air, and crowns the youthful Year. * * * * * * The Rose still blushes, and the vi'lets blow.— SIR SAM'L GARTH — The Dispensary. Canto IV. L. 298.
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. C.— BISHOP HEBER — Hymn for Seventh
Sunday after Trinity. The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.— HEINE — Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 3.
The spring's already at the gate With looks my care beguiling; The country round appeareth straight A flower-garden smiling.— HEINE — Book of Songs. Catherine. No. 6.
I 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.— MRS. HEMANS — Voice of Spring.
Sweet Spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My musick shows ye have your closes, And all must die.— HERBERT — The Church. Vertue. St. 3.
All flowers of Spring are not May's own; The crocus cannot often kiss her; The snow-drop, ere she comes, has flown:- The earliest violets always miss her.— LUCY LARCOM — The Sister Months.
And softly came the fair young queen O'er mountain, dale, and dell; And where her golden light was seen An emerald shadow fell. The good-wife oped the window wide, The good-man spanned his plough; 'Tis time to run, 'tis time to ride, For Spring is with us now.— LELAND — Spring.
Came the Spring with all its splendor, All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.— LONGFELLOW — Hiawatha. Pt. XXI. L. 109.
SEASONS (THE)-SPRING. The lovely town was white with apple-blooms, And the great elms o'erhead Dark shadows wove on their ærial looms, Shot through with golden thread.— LONGFELLOW — Hawthorne. St. 2.
Thus came the lovely spring with a rush of blossoms and music, Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with melodies vernal.— LONGFELLOW — Tales of a Wayside Inn. Pt. III. The Theologian's Tale.
Elizabeth. The holy spirit of the Spring Is working silently.— GEORGE MACDONALD — Songs of the Spring Days. Pt. II.
On many a green branch swinging, Little birdlets singing Warble sweet notes in the air. Flowers fair There I found. Green spread the meadow all around.— NITHART — Trans. in The Minnesinger
of Germany. Spring-Song. Gentle Spring!-in sunshine clad, Well dost thou thy power display! For Winter maketh the light heart sad, And thou,-thou makest the sad heart gay.— CHARLES D'ORLÉANS — Spring.
Longfellow's trans. Hark! the hours are softly calling Bidding Spring arise, To listen to the rain-drops falling From the cloudy skies, To listen to Earth's weary voices, Louder every day, Bidding her no longer linger On her charm'd way; But hasten to her task of beauty Scarcely yet begun.— ADELAIDE A. PROCTER — Spring.
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet, If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate, If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun, And crocus fires are kindling one by one.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — The First Spring Day. St. 1.
There is no time like Spring, When life's alive in everything, Before new nestlings sing, Before cleft swallows speed their journey back Along the trackless track.— CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI — Spring. St. 3.
Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; And flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds. S.— SCHILLER — Farewell to the Reader.
SEASONS (THE)-SPRING. When daisies pied, and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight.— Shakespeare — Love's Labour's Lost. Act V. Sc. 2. L. 904.
So forth issew'd the Seasons of the yeare: First, lusty Spring, all dight in leaves of flowres That freshly budded and new bloomes did beare, In which a thousand birds had built their bowres That sweetly sung to call forth paramours; And in his hand a javelin he did beare, And on his head (as fit for warlike stoures) A guilt, engraven morion he did weare: That, as some did him love, so others did him feare.— SPENSER — Faerie Queene. Bk. VII. Canto VII. Legend of Constancie. St. 28.
It is the season now to go About the country high and low, Among the lilacs hand in hand, And two by two in fairyland. C.— ROBT. LOUIS STEVENSON — Underwoods.
It is the Season Now to Go. O tender time that love thinks long to see, Sweet foot of Spring that with her footfall