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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.
      - Charles Godfrey Leland, Spring

Bright April showers will bid again the fresh green leaves expand; and May, light floating in a cloud of flowers, will cause thee to rebloom with magic hand.
      - George Henry Lewes

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the spring,--the great annual miracle of the blossoming of Aaron's rod, repeated on myriads and myriads of branches!
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous, and the perpetual exercise of God's power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The lovely town was white with apple-blooms,
  And the great elms o'erhead
    Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms,
      Shot through with golden thread.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hawthorne
         (st. 2)

Came the Spring with all its splendor,
  All its birds and all its blossoms,
    All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hiawatha
         (pt. XXI, l. 109)

Thus came the lovely spring with a rush of blossoms and music,
  Flooding the earth with flowers, and the air with melodies vernal.
      - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
        Tales of a Wayside Inn
         (pt. III, The Theologian's Tale, Elizabeth)

Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
  Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
    Lilac in me because I am New England.
      - Amy Lowell, Lilacs

The holy spirit of the Spring
  Is working silently.
      - George MacDonald, Songs of the Spring Days
         (pt. II)

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.
      - Sir Thomas Malory (used pseudonym Morte d'Arthur),
        Le Morte d'Arthur

Airs, vernal airs, breathing the smell of fields and grove, attune the trembling leaves.
      - John Milton

Awake! the morning shines, and the fresh field
  Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
    Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
      What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed.
        How nature paints her colours, how the bee
          Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
      - John Milton, Paradise Lost (bk. V, l. 20)

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
  Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
    Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
      Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
      - Thomas Nash (Nashe),
        Summer's Last Will and Testament

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.
      - Neidhart von Neuenthal ("Nithen" or "Nithart"),
        translated in "The Minnesinger of Germany"

It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.
      - Novalis (pseudonym of Frederich Leopold von Hardenberg)

It is not the variegated colors, the cheerful sounds, and the warm breezes which enliven us so much in spring; it is the quiet prophetic spirit of endless hope, a presentiment of many happy days, the anticipation of higher everlasting blossoms and fruits, and the secret sympathy with the world that is developing itself.
      - Martin Opitz (a/k/a Opitz von Boberfeld)

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'Orleans (Comte d'Angouleme)

Alas! bright Spring! not long
  Shall I enjoy thy pleasant influence:
    For thou shalt die the summer heat among,
      Sublimed to vapor in his fire intense,
        And, gone forever hence,
          Exist no more; no more to earth belong,
            Except in song.
      - Gen. Albert Pike

In that soft season, when descending show'rs
  Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;
    When opening buds salute the welcome day,
      And earth relenting feels the genial ray.
      - Alexander Pope

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 Anne Procter, Spring

Spring is not always green.
  [Lat., Ver non semper viret.]
      - Proverb, (Latin)

The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers:
  They call it easing the Spring.
      - Henry Reed, Lessons of the War

Spring, the Raphael of the northern earth, stood already out of doors, and covered all apartments of our Vatican with his pictures.
      - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul)

Stately Spring! whose robe-folds are valleys, whose breast-bouquet is gardens, and whose blush is a vernal evening.
      - Jean Paul Friedrich Richter (Johann Paul Richter) (used ps. Jean Paul)

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